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lunchmeat-supreme · 9 months

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Oh god wow I really enjoyed the Stan fic and how you portrayed him and the reader!! The pacing also felt super natural aaaaahhhh<33

Could I request hcs for Kyle (in hs) where reader is kinda like a spiderman for the town? Reader and Kyle are already friends but reader (as their superhero self) goes to Kyle for help with intel and stuff and is kinda flirty w him kinda like a chat noir type beat. And then there’s some attack on the town (maybe Leslie with some big robots or something) and Kyle gets hurt trying to protect reader while they’re in their superhero form and then reader gets mad at him for it and slips up and reveals their identity to him? Sorry if this is too specific haha take your time!!

OMG ANON I LOVE THIS

i love the idea of kyle being the guy in the chair for the reader lol like he totally would be. i debated on whether or not to have kyle be the human kite, but i decided against it because i feel like the idea is so much better with him just being some guy.

i originally planned to write a little drabble bc this gave me hella inspiration but that drabble turned into basically a oneshot oops so thats why the hc section is so short.

hope you enjoy this one :)

Out of the Chair

Kyle Broflovski x Superhero!Reader

Summary: By day, Kyle's a regular guy. By night, he's still a regular guy. Sometimes he's a valuable sidekick to you, the town's local superhero. Today, however, he gets swept into the action in the worst way.

Warnings: Mentioned injury

A/N: I honestly had no idea how to end this so shhhh

Okay, so Kyle being your “guy in the chair” totally inflates his ego and makes him feel soooo important.

He knows he can’t say anything about it to any of his friends (He likes feeling like he also has a secret identity) so sometimes he nearly explodes from trying not to tell them that he’s basically a sidekick to the town-famous superhero.

This is especially true when he’s around you (when you’re out of your superhero persona). He’ll ask what you were up to the other night, and when you lie and say “oh, not much,” he’ll stretch his arms out real wide and be like “Hm, yep, me too, just an ordinary night for ol’ Kyle here.”

He’s so bad at playing it cool lol

Every night he waits by his window for you like a kid looking to catch a glimpse of Santa on Christmas Eve.

When he sees your dark shadow in his window overtake the moon, he’ll scramble to sit in his bed or at his computer all cool like he totally wasn’t watching for you and hoping he’d see you.

It smells strongly of AXE and hair spray every time you sneak into his room, looking for intel on the latest neighborhood bad guy.

Kyle’s had straight A’s in English since elementary school, so that’s why you chose him as your go-to research guy. He’s great at organization and gleaning the most useful information from bloated, ad-riddled internet news articles.

He gives you his findings, and when you tell him a simple, “Good job, Red,” and pat his shoulder, he gives meaning to the nickname.

“Oh– yeah–” *nervous laugh* “it’s, uh, it’s– yeah. Anything for you– UH– anything for the town…” *more nervous laughing. And sweating. Lots of sweating.*

Bro is smitten

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“Kyle?” You press a finger against your earpiece as you slam the bathroom stall shut. “Kyle, do you copy?”

A voice sizzles through the ear bud. “Yeah, I copy. What’s happening?”

You toss your backpack off your shoulder. “That’s what I need you to find out. Get to a computer ASAP. Tell me what’s going on.”

“The computer lab’s just down the hall. I’ll be there in a sec.”

You start to shimmy out of your clothes, trying to kick off your pants and pull your shirt over your head at the same time. There’s a rustling sound on the other end of your piece. You can hear muffled voices on his end, a jumble of noise talking loudly about something. Then, there’s a bang, and the background noise goes silent. After a few seconds of albeit unnerving silence, the comforting ca-chunking of an old mechanical keyboard rhythmically pulses in your ear.

“Tell me what you got, Broflovski.” You stuff the heap of clothes into your backpack and pull out a hefty, full-body concealing outfit with a flashy design that you came up with yourself.

There are a few clicks from the other end and a contemplating hum. “Some of my classmates caught it on camera. I can’t quite tell what it is…” there are a few soft thumps — most likely his thumbs on his phone’s screen — and then, a small gasp.

“What?” You pull on your outfit, fingers fumbling with the clasps and latches that decorate it.

“Leslie?!” He says the name like you’re supposed to recognize it.

You have to pause from lacing up your boots. “Who?”

The stunned moment of silence passes. “This weird kid — well, not really a kid, I guess — who showed up when I was, like, ten. She’s a living advertisement. I thought we killed her back then…?”

You don’t have time to question what the hell a living advertisement is. You finish the last bunny knot on your boot and kick open the stall door. Pulling a mask down onto your face, you leave your backpack and push the heavy bathroom door open to the halls of your high school. Confused students are shouting at one another and stumbling away from where they had just seen an innocent looking little girl rip the school's front door off its hinges. Thankfully, they’re too caught up in the panic to notice your entrance. You swim upriver through the pack, pushing aside students as you press your finger to your ear.

“What am I dealing with here?” you shout.

“Ads,” Kyle says quickly. “She can interrupt any sort of frequency — TV, internet, radio — and insert ads into it.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“It can be very distracting, but it also makes it easy to track her. She has her own IP address.”

The crowd begins to thin out as you reach the stairwell. You slide down the rail and continue to run, double tapping your earpiece as a holographic interface appears in front of you. A red dot sits on the interface – a ping of her location. She’s in the school, approaching the science wing.

“Anything else? Any sort of weaknesses?”

“Punching a hole through her head should do the trick,” Kyle says matter-of-factly.

“Morbid. What about upgrades? You said you already killed her. Whatever created her must’ve updated the code.”

“On it.”

You turn the corner, the science wing in sight. There’s a flash of yellow, and you can hear light footsteps tapping down the hall. You yell after the flash, hoping to slow it down, but it disappears behind the door without so much as a glance your way. You sprint down the hallway and barrel into the door, catching another wisp of yellow and a fan of shiny raven hair bolting away.

Kyle’s voice crackles in through the earpiece. “I’ve got something.”

“Shoot,” you say, as measured as you can be while in hot pursuit of a girl half your height.

“There’s been several instances of explosions in and around South Park the past couple days. Looks like mostly at tech firms and labs.”

Rounding another corner, you catch a clear glimpse of the little girl, Leslie. She’s slowed down considerably, looking at each door as she passes them.

“You think it’s from her?”

Leslie does a double take at one door, then stops completely. She throws it open, and the door goes flying in your direction. You weave out of the way, feeling the breeze from the force, and skid to a halt. You clench your fists and square your shoulders.

“Yeah, these articles say the servers got overloaded by so much so fast that they completely broke and…”

The words fade out as the sound of your own heartbeat fills your ears. You honestly stopped listening after he said the word servers, and you definitely stopped when he started to read the tech jargon verbatim from the article. None of it would’ve helped, anyway. Nor would it have mattered, because behind a seething Leslie stood a tower of blinking lights and jumbled cables.

The school’s server closet.

“Kid,” you start gently, slowly reaching out a hand. Your other hand reaches to your earpiece, and your voice stays steady. “Kyle, get out of there.”

Leslie’s irises flare an icy blue, and electricity crackles around her hand.

Kyle stops midway through his reading. “Huh?”

“Get out—”

She slams her palm against the server.

In one moment, you’re opening your mouth to scream. In the next, you’re on your back with static crackling in your head.

You hardly register the sensation of opening your eyes and looking around. The world is moving beneath you as you instinctively lift your head and try to make sense of what happened. Great plumes of dust and smoke billow up from behind crumbled walls and jagged rubble. Wires, their innards exposed and frayed, snap like rabid dogs all around you, on the ground and hanging from what’s left of the ceiling. Your doubled vision slowly reorients itself, two fuzzy pictures combining into one that’s clear. The ringing of tinnitus in your ears fades, replaced instead by an uneasy buzz from your broken earpiece.

Leslie is gone. So is most of the high school, it seems.

Suddenly, your veins explode with adrenaline and you’re on your feet as though you weren’t just knocked out and disoriented a few moments ago.

Kyle.

You suck in filtered air through your mask as your brain surges alarm directly into your bloodstream. The computer lab is only a few doors down from the server closet. There’s no doubt the blast affected the area. You stumble forward into the smog as fast as your numb legs will allow.

It’s not hard to find him. Besides the puff of unruly red hair blaring through the smoke like an exit sign in the dark, his coughs reach your ears before you even see him. Kyle’s on his stomach, his right leg twisted at an uncomfortable angle. He’s breathing through his fingers, trying to snuff out the terrible cough that wracks his body. Between dry hacks, Kyle calls out for you. Not for your superhero persona. He’s calling your real name.

“Kyle!” you say, weaving through the rubble and crouching at his side. “Thank fuck you’re okay.”

Kyle’s eyes light up, and he exclaims your super-powered alternate’s name. “I didn’t know she could do that,” he says weakly through watering eyes.

Your hands ghost over his body, looking for the best way to lift him without disturbing his broken leg. “We gotta get out of here, man. It can’t be healthy for you to be breathing in all this shit.”

“No!” Kyle shouts all too forcefully. He repeats himself, softer this time. “I— no. Not yet.”

You retract your hands. “This building is going to collapse in on itself. You may be able to survive the outskirts of an explosion, but you won’t survive getting crushed by a thousand pounds of rubble, Kyle.”

Kyle looks at you like he’s a kicked puppy. “My— my friend—” he says your name, “is still in here. We need to find them first.”

Fuck. There’s no time to dance this tango right now. Your voice becomes less firm and more of a plead. “This wing was clear besides you, me, and the crazy child. Your friend is fine.”

“No, they were here with me, then— then they took off when the whole thing started. I don’t know where they went. Please,” a dry throat cracks and wet eyes spill, “I need to find them. I need to know they’re safe.”

You grit your teeth behind your mask. “I’ll come back and look, I promise. But we need to leave right now.”

You shove your hands under Kyle’s body and start to lift, but he struggles away from you with a “stop!” and a swallowed yelp of pain. You lose your balance and tip backwards, falling flat on your ass. Kyle tries to push himself up, but his broken leg gives out, and he crumples right back to the ground. He cries your name out into the ruin.

He peers back at you and your stunned state. “What if they’re hurt?” He flexes his fingernails into the cracked linoleum. “What if they’re scared?”

“Kyle…”

“I’m not leaving until I know they’re okay.”

He’s stubborn. The most frustratingly stubborn person you’ve ever met. You’d have an easier time separating Eric from a family size bag of potato chips. As Kyle waits for you to say something, to try something, and preps himself to fight back, he suddenly finds his stomach being squeezed with anxiety as you instead stay perfectly still. You’re weighing your options. He watches with a dry mouth as you gingerly reach for your neck.

You peel the mask over your head and fight back against the settling dust that scratches at your throat and stings your eyes. Now you’re both sitting still in the hazy rubble, your hair flat against your head and him staring at you with owlish eyes. You silently will him to say something, even if it’s snark. Anything would be welcome as you wait for him to break the heavy silence.

Kyle lowers his head to the floor. “Oh, god…”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you—”

“The two people I’ve been crushing on are the same fucking person.”

#south park x reader #south park x y/n #kyle brovlofski x reader

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faulty-writes · 2 years

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You’re such an angeeeellll, can you write for the second idea you mentioned to me? The Yule ball one? I totally loved it and since I’m feeling really emotional (my eyes watered when I read about the reader because I found myself on her soooo muuuchhh) I just got giggly imagining myself with Shoto in that situation (I even have my own OC for bnha but I don’t know how to draw and did t find a way to so I don’t have an image of her) Have a nice day ☺️💜

[ I get to use my cute banner again, why is Shoto so cute? I don't understand, haha. So for those who may not have seen, this request is part of one I had suggested in response to the lovely todoroki-vivian's ask. To summarize, this story is about Shoto comforting the reader during a dance-related celebration of heroes. The reader happens to be a low-ranking hero and is a wallflower at the event until Shoto decides to ask them for a dance. I might have made this slightly longer than my other requests, but once I started writing I couldn't stop. ]

Soft music continued to fill the air and the shadows of dancing silhouettes just barely reached you. A sigh passed your lips as you continued to press your back against the wall, somewhat grateful you were hidden away from everyone else.

You were somewhat "forced" to attend the Hero Throwback Ball which was created to celebrate how far heroes have come over the centuries and honor the individuals who made powerful impacts or movements that paved the way for hero society.

Unfortunately, despite being a graduate of Yuuei. You were a piss poor hero who ranked low on the hero board. Many didn't even know your name or worse, made fun of you despite the fact you really tried doing some good in the world.

But villains always escaped your grasp somehow and recently you found yourself slipping up more than usual, this always seemed to happen during your confrontations with said villains. Of course, you could thank your anxiety for that.

Negative thoughts and doubts would begin to take over your mind as you attempted to fight off whatever villain. Eventually, you'd end up injuring yourself or you'd try to use your quirk, only for it to "backfire" and for the villain to escape.

It was no wonder you were referred to as the "villain helper" rather than an actual hero. Maybe it was just your paranoia, but you swore you only received the event invitation as a form of mockery. So maybe it was better that you were out of sight.

'It's not like anyone would ask the lowest ranking hero to dance...' you thought bitterly, crossing your arms. Yet you couldn't help but wonder if your old classmates would try looking for you. "Mm..." maybe that was hoping for too much.

"Todoroki-kun!" Izuku said cheerfully, "y-you're here too, that's great!" Shoto hummed before turning to face Izuku aka 'Deku' the number one hero. Katsuki was number two, and Shoto took his place as the number three hero in Japan.

He knew that his ranking somewhat disappointed his father and that people expected more from the former number one hero's son. But Shoto could care less about ranking, his main goal was to use his quirks to help others, not to capture all the fame.

"Midoriya..." he replied, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Todoroki!" came Uraraka's voice seconds later and Shoto immediately noticed she was dragging Tenya along with her. "Ah..." he replied, raising one hand to greet the two of them.

"Apologies, Ochako was rather eager to say hello before we departed to the dance floor," Tenya explained in his normal matter-of-fact tone. "Mmhm!" she confirmed with a nod, tightening her grip on his arm. "Heh..." Izuku gave a pity smile and scratched the side of his head.

"I'm n-not much of a dancer so Iida volunteered," he explained half-heartedly. "I'm afraid even if that were not the present circumstance, I could not refuse one's invitation to dance," Tenya added before pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.

"Are you going to dance too Todoroki-kun?" Uraraka questioned with a smile. "After all," she said tilting her head, "it is a celebration and you can't just hide away like you usually do," she knew Shoto tended to be quiet and reserved in social situations.

"Mm," he replied, not exactly one to start arguments. "I'll be watching you!" she warned with a pointed finger before turning to Tenya. "Let's go!" she said cheerfully. "Ah, yes," he replied before looking back at Shoto.

"I do hope we can speak later," he said as Uraraka guided him to the dance floor. Izuku and Shoto watched as they disappeared, the dance floor itself looked rather crowded but Shoto found an odd comfort in the gentle melody that echoed through the air.

He took an extra moment to observe the way others were dancing, how close they were and how they embraced each other. Keeping their hands together or their arms wrapped around their dance partner. 'I wonder...' he thought before his attention shifted to Izuku.

"Who else is here?" he questioned bluntly, somewhat catching the green-haired man off guard. "Huh, oh well..." he paused, lightly tapping his chin as he thought. "Kacchan, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, uh...m-most of our old class," he answered, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Shoto narrowed his eyes. "What about Y/n?" he asked. "Uh..." Izuku looked dumbfounded and took a moment to recall if he had seen you or not. He knew the trouble you had found yourself in lately and frowned as he replied, "I...I don't know if they're here..." before glancing around.

"I...I know they h-haven't had the best ranking lately and...m-maybe they thought it best to...decline the i-invitation?" he suggested despite knowing that the answer wouldn't satisfy Shoto. "I'll find them, thank you...Midoriya," he said leaving a baffled Izuku behind as he walked away.

"I wonder why Todoroki-kun wants to find Y/n..." he muttered to himself. You slumped your shoulders, continuing to stare at the floor with a frown. 'I should have stayed home...' you thought, somewhat feeling sorry for yourself.

Your eyes began to water causing you to furiously wipe them with the back of your hand. The last thing you needed was more negative attention, yet you couldn't help but feel utterly useless. Before you could dive too far into this wave of self-pity, you heard someone speak your name.

It seemed so out of the blue and your head snapped up at attention. Your breath hitched when you saw two different colored eyes staring at you and there was only one person they could possibly belong to. "S-Shoto!?" you exclaimed, feeling your face immediately flush.

However, you quickly came back to your senses and frantically wiped your eyes, hoping he didn't notice that you had almost cried. "W-what are you doing here, or uh...h-how did you see me?" you questioned, moving your hands about nervously.

But this didn't seem to bother Shoto who merely replied with a "Hm?" and continued to keep his eyes locked on yours. He noticed that they looked moist, and though it was possible that there was something in the air, no one else seemed to have irritated eyes.

'I know they h-haven't had the best ranking lately' Izuku's words rang through his head, 'maybe they thought it best to...decline the i-invitation' well at least that part wasn't true, but he wasn't sure if that put him at ease because something was clearly bothering you.

The fact that you tried hiding in the shadows was enough of a red flag, but as Uraraka mentioned, he too had a tendency to isolate himself from others. "Uh..." you blinked, wondering why he hadn't said anything. Luckily the music filled the space of awkward silence.

"Dance?" he suddenly said, making your eyes go wide. "W-what?" you replied with your mouth hanging agape and a confessed expression on your features. "Dance?" he repeated in a robotic-like fashion, not knowing how to properly ask someone such a thing.

Panic washed over you causing your hands to press against your stomach which twisted into knots. Dance?! With Shoto!? Oh no, no, no! Just the thought of how you would mess up cemented your response.

"No!" you exclaimed before clasping your hands over your eyes, feeling your heart begin to race, and the urge to go and find another safe spot grew. "Hm..." Shoto leaned back, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"Is something wrong?" he questioned, he thought you would be happy to dance. Maybe it would make you feel better and forget your troubles, at least that's what he had learned since forming bonds and friendships with those at Yuuei.

"W-why..." you lowered your hands which were trembling furiously, "why do you want to dance with me!?" you squeaked out, feeling yourself growing short of breath due to the anxiety that now riddled your body.

Shoto noticed this but answered your question first. "I'm a wallflower too..." he replied, confusing you all the more. You violently shook your head, balling your shaky hands into fists. "No, no, no!" you replied once again.

"I-I'll only mess up again and...t-trip all over the place and then people will laugh and I m-might hurt you a-and..." you glanced to the side, continuing to breathe rapidly. Your mind was racing with a million more ways you could continue to deny Shoto.

Then a loud sound echoed next to your ear and you turned your head only to notice Shoto had firmly pressed his hand against the wall. "W-wha..." your breathing came to a halt as you turned back only to feel your heart accelerate at how close Shoto's face was to yours now.

You knew Shoto didn't have the best social skills, and neither did you, but didn't he know about personal space? "You won't hurt me," he assured before leaning back and moving the hand that was pressed against the wall to once again hold it out in front of you.

You latched onto your bottom lip noticing that the music almost seemed to be getting louder, like it was taunting you just as the dancing silhouettes did earlier. "Mm..." you looked at Shoto before leaning to the side.

The couples on the dance floor looked so happy, and you felt a sting of jealousy knowing they could so easily engage with others socially and that they had someone to be so physically close with. You frowned and slowly pressed yourself back against the wall.

'Can I really...be as confident as them...being who I am?' you thought before noticing that Shoto had moved his hand closer which caused you to look up at him once more. His facial expression held no judgment, not even the slightest hint of anger that you were taking far too long to accept his dance.

'It's not like anyone would ask the lowest ranking hero to dance...' your own words echoed in your head and your hand slowly began to move. 'But...' you laid your palm in his and watched as his fingers so gently closed over the top of your hand.

'Shoto did,' your stomach was still in knots and you tightened your grip when he guided the two of you onto the dance floor. You wiggled your body this way and that, not exactly thrilled about brushing against anyone else.

When the two of you reached the center, he turned to face you and tried to replicate what he saw earlier. He stepped close, pressing his chest against yours which didn't help your already nervous state. "Eep!" you squeaked out when he guided your free hand to his shoulder.

Your face grew hot when his hand came to press itself against the side of your hip, this was accompanied by a tremble that violently coursed through your body. "Are you cold?" he questioned, feeling the way you dug your fingers into his shoulder.

Your throat felt tight and you were almost certain you'd pass out at any moment. You somehow managed to shake your head in response, but he continued to look at you with a blank expression, the same one you had seen for years.

"This is what I saw others doing earlier," he noted and you couldn't help but question the reality of what was happening. Was this real? Were you really cradled so close to Shoto, the number three hero? "U-uh huh..." you managed to say, focusing your attention on his chest rather than his face.

"Do you like it?" he questioned making you yet again tremble which caused him to ask, "Are you sure you are not cold?" seconds later. You nodded before swallowing hard. "I...I uh...i-it's fine!" you somewhat hoped no one heard the panic in your voice over the music.

"Okay," Shoto replied as he began to sway gently back and forth, but your feet barely moved. In fact, your upper body did most of the work following along with his motions. You squeezed your eyes shut, hearing those doubtful thoughts once again plague your mind.

How did the two of you look to others? Were you making Shoto look silly? After all, he could be dancing with someone who actually knew what they were doing. Someone that would make him look good. Not you, not a hero ranked so low you were considered a waste of space.

Once again your eyes began to water and though you didn't want to, you buried your face into his chest seeing as it was the only place you could hide away from the crowd. He came to a brief pause and looked down, slightly confused about what you were doing before he heard a soft sniffle.

He resumed swaying back and forth, being careful not to bump into the other couples that were around. "Why..." you squeaked out, almost feeling bad that the few tears that ran down your cheeks soaked into the front of Shoto's tux.

"Hm?" he tilted his head, continuing to look at the top of your head. "W-why did you ask me to dance with you?" the words left your mouth in a soft and slightly broken tone. "Because I wanted to," came his immediate response.

You frowned and slowly lifted your head to look at him, bringing your hand from his shoulder to his chest. "Why would you w-want to dance with...a l-low ranking hero? I-I'm not even a hero I'm just..." a sigh escaped you.

"Just a...screw up," it was Shoto's turn to frown. You thought so little of yourself because of your ranking? If that were true, then why did you accept the invitation? He couldn't seem to come up with the answer, but you needed to see how important you truly were.

"Hm?" Uraraka lifted her head from Tenya's shoulder. "Hey is that Shoto and Y/n?" she asked with a pointed finger which caused Tenya to turn his head briefly. "Ah, I believe so," he replied, turning back to look at her.

Uraraka smiled and began to wave her hand, trying to catch Shoto's attention seeing as you had buried your face into his chest for the second time. Shoto immediately noticed the movement from the corner of his eye and tore his attention away from you momentarily.

He returned Uraraka's smile before once again looking at you, furrowing his brow. He then looked back at his friends before gently guiding the two of you over to them. Your face remained buried in his chest the whole while.

He brushed against Tenya before leaning over to whisper something into his ear. "That's quite an extensive request," Tenya replied as Uraraka looked at him with a confused expression, but then her eyes settled on you and a frown came to her face.

It wasn't that hard to tell something was wrong, but she assumed whatever Shoto had whispered to Tenya was going to solve the dilemma you were going through. "Huh?" she looked back when Tenya came to a stop and released his hold on her.

"However, it would be an honor to help you," he said to Shoto. "Iida, what's going on?" she questioned. "Please allow me a moment, I believe what I am about to announce will answer your question," he replied before raising one hand.

"Attention!" he exclaimed, his voice easily being heard over the music and causing your head to snap back up like it had moments prior. "What's going on!?" you questioned, looking at Shoto however his attention was focused on Tenya and you followed his gaze to the man in question.

"Please clear the dance floor, Shoto would like to perform a dance with his fellow hero Y/n!" under normal circumstances everyone would have remained where they were, but considering most of them respected Shoto they followed through with what he wanted.

You watched everyone begin to evacuate the dance floor and trembled yet again. Your face grew hot knowing there were now multiple sets of eyes on you, why would Shoto do this? Part of you was angry and quick to assume he was only doing this for one reason.

So everyone had a front-row seat to watch you screw something else up. However, your assumptions were proved wrong when Shoto leaned down and whispered, "You deserve to be in the spotlight too," into your ear causing your jaw to drop.

He then reached down to grab your hand which was still fisted into the front of his tux. "Follow my lead," he instructed, and though you didn't quite understand what he meant before you could even blink he took off running.

"Ah!" you couldn't help but holler as your feet desperately tried to keep up with him. "Shoto!" you cried out when you suddenly found yourself being twirled multiple times all while continuing to move around the dance floor.

Your vision was spinning by the time he wrapped one arm around your waist and the other around your legs, lifting you just enough to see the crowd and their eyes. The very same ones that were causing you anxiety just moments before.

They looked fascinated, intrigued even at this strange dance Shoto was performing with you. Another cry came when you felt him let go causing you to panic for a few seconds before he once again caught you. His arm still remained around your waist and the one he had used to wrap around your legs was now holding them apart.

It was a tad awkward to be facing sideways, especially as he proceeded to spin around as if he were a figure skater. But despite this and the fact that you were getting a little nauseous, a nervous chuckle left your mouth just seconds before he let go of your legs.

You instantly turned your body, grasping onto his shoulder which slightly cushioned the impact your feet had once they reached the floor again. Then Shoto resumed running, pulling you along with him as the two of you rounded the perimeter of the dance floor.

You found yourself laughing as he guided you into another spin, the two of you interlocking your hands and fingers as the world around you grew blurry. Yet, you could still hear the slightly distorted cheering and music that filled the air.

For a brief moment, you seemed to forget your troubles. Your anxiety was completely pulled from your mind and your stomach seemed to settle though you noticed an odd feeling of warmth growing from deep within. Was this what everyday heroes felt like?

Since becoming a hero, no one really cheered for you. No one ever said 'thanks for saving me' or 'you're my hero' to you. But now, they were cheering and maybe it was partly due to Shoto. Still, the feeling was intoxicating and you wouldn't mind if you got more of it.

You continued to follow Shoto, leaping and twirling around every inch of the empty space laid before you. When you reached the center, the rest of the dance floor was cast in darkness and the only source of light was the circle that illuminated yourself and Shoto.

Of course, you didn't have much time to question who was responsible for working the lights. But you swore you saw a few sparks in the distance beyond the dance floor which illuminated a certain blond headed-boy who was known for his electricity quirk.

Your lips parted, and you briefly wondered how many of your past classmates were in on this. "Whoa!" you cried out when Shoto grasped your hips causing your hands to naturally grab onto his shoulders as you were once again lifted into the air.

You looked at him in shock, though you didn't miss the fact that he was wearing a smile and the way he looked at you was as if he were witnessing a star in the making. But you didn't have much time to appreciate his gaze as you cast in total darkness for a few seconds.

He lowered you back onto your feet and you hissed as the dance floor suddenly lit up again. The crowd's clapping, whistling, and cheering grew louder. "Whoo! Go Shoto and Y/n!" Uraraka screamed as she continued to jump and down.

"That was quite an unusual but impressive dance routine," Tenya commented as he grasped his chin, ignoring the ringing in his ears due to the continued noise around him. You briefly glanced over the fellow heroes who seemed to now be looking at you with amazement.

"Heh..." your heart was still racing and that tinge of nerves still coursed through your body. Yet, despite this, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around Shoto. Embracing him in a hug, though his body stiffened at the contact.

You ignored this reaction and uttered a quiet, "Thank you," which made him look at you confused. But then a smile came to his face and his body seemed to relax once again. "You're welcome," he replied before returning the hug.

He'd have to remember to thank Tenya and whoever else happened to help him accomplish giving you the confidence you needed to believe in yourself because no matter how low or high the hero board claimed you to be, you would always be an incredible person to him.

#shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto x you #todoroki x y/n #shoto x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #faulty writes: shoto todoroki #faulty writes: shoto todoroki: one shot

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whitleyschn33 · 2 years

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So while pursuing the manga section at my local bookstore, I found two of the RWBY manga anthologies, From Shadows and I Burn. Both were much higher than I was willing to pay, so I just ended up flipping through one of them to appreciate some of the art before moving on. And to my surprise, I stumbled upon this page - which I later went on a twenty minute late night Google journey to find a scan of; man, B//B shippers really let me down on this one, and the story is even titled Night of the Bumble//bee, you think they'd be all over this.

I honestly kinda wish this is the approach that they'd taken with Blake's hair in Atlas, or (what I've been using in my mental redesigns) something more like how Ren styled his hair in Atlas. It's a really cute style that doesn't necessitate chopping her hair off and lets them keep the bows and ribbons motif running. Also, having the makeover take place in a scene like this would give Yang and Blake the chance to have some of the conversations they desperately need to.

Honestly, from the stories I skimmed through to find this scan, these anthologies are honestly really cute and sweet. There were a few too many "haha, Blake is a cat" jokes, but there were a lot of great moments that make me really miss the Beacon days.

One story has Blake losing her bow in the middle of a training exercise and running off. Yang finds her later, ditching the class, and although she hadn't found her bow, she'd made an enormous flower crown from Blake to wear while they continued searching (and the last panel is Glenda scolding all of t!RWBY for being late, and they're all wearing flower crowns).

Another had Blake and Ruby trading reading material to try and get into each other's tastes, and Blake remarks that she'd read books like Ruby's fairytales before, but stopped right before she hit Ruby's age, and prefers romance now. This dives into a bit of a character study about Blake and her outlook on life through the books she reads somewhat contrasted with what Ruby gets out of the fairytales (the last panel is, of course, Yang getting a look at the book Blake gave Ruby and asking just what she's given her little sister).

In a couple more comedy oriented ones, one of Blake's dust replica statues comes up for sale on the web, with Blake freaking out but the price already much too high. Yang suggests making their own statues to sell as "offical merch" to make some money, while Ruby... says Blake should make statues for them to sell so they can afford the statue. Ruby. And of course, Weiss simply snipes up the staute at the last second. They also find a stray kitten in another, and Blake takes care of it while they find a good home - while also revealing that she actually has no idea how to take care of pet cats. It's got all the sugary sweet stuff you'd expect from this trope, but also the added hilarity of Weiss instantly producing cat toys and supplies with the most deadpan look on her face.

Honestly, I really enjoyed what I skimmed through, and if the volumes ever turn up for a more acceptable price, I might just buy them.

#rwby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby manga #rwby manga anthologies #from shadows #also #seeing blake with her long hair again #made me really appreciate how pretty it used to be #T-T

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inevertookart · 1 year

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Music Response

For our music response breif we had to choose a song from a prepared list and from listening to this song design 4 different album covers. I chose Todd Terje's Inspector Norse, a song that has been a favourite of mine for years. The interesting part is that when i had listened to the song for all these years I had always thought that the song maybe me picture something completely different then what the cover of the song and video used.

For my first album cover I went straight to what the picture in my head was when i heard Inspector Norse for the first time. That was the timeless classic vintage video game Space Invaders. I used photoshop to create this cover, I started with a black background and managed to get one of the space invader aliens as the main logo in a bright in your face neon green, I then added the name of the artist and song name in a bright yellow, I added a drop shadow to the aliens and the writing to give it that 3d effect which I think makes a great addition and keeps in with the arcade game feel. for the record logo i used the same alien but added this to a neon pink background. I really enjoyed how this turned out even though I kept the look very simple.

For the Next cover I stayed with the arcade feel but this is my take on the classic Tetris. I used photoshop to create this, I wanted to try something bright and bold like the song makes me think but not copy the exact look of the Tetris look. I Kept the black background to make the bold colours stand out more and position them similar to how they would look in the arcade game. I thought from our other work of dot, line and shape it would be good to include some of this somewhere in my work. I used a picture of a ufo to add to the bottom corner of the cover, I then added the mezzotint filter to the ufo to give it a cool look and add some texture to the cover. For the record sticker I used and image for the classic arcade game to reinforce the look I was try to go for.

For my third album cover, I took a trip to NQ64, the arcade bar in Glasgow. We managed to get some amazing picture, that went great with the feel of the song. I then took the image to photoshop, I cut the image down to size to match the size of a typical record cover, i managed to use the adjustments to make changes to the brightness, contrast, vibrance, hue and saturation to bring up the great colour of the picture but not too much so it keeps that underground arcade bar feel. I then distored the picture to give it the look. I was very happy about how this turned out. For the record label I used the Space Invader alien in a black background with the neon green alien.

For my last cover i wanted to try something completely different then my other ideas. For this I used a mixture of different paints on white paper, I used a roller and knife to add the paint which I feel gave it a great look of different textures to the paper. I then managed to cut out words from different magazines, these words are some of the things I think of when I hear the Inspector Norse. I loved doing our piece on typography and wanted to make sure I added this in to at least one on the album covers and with the words I managed to get i think they look amazing. I managed to also find the letters of the track name and cut them out in a ransom style note. I think the letters and words sit on the paper well and stand out, with the colours it gives the cover a very 80/90s look keeping in with the song. as with the third cover I changed the picture in photoshop. for the record sticker i managed to use a part from the cover, make it neon pink to stand out and give this a counter look to cover.

Overall I am really happy about how the covers turned out. before this task I had never used Photoshop before, so it took some time and patience. i watched some Youtube videos to grow my knowledge on photoshop and spent some time playing around to find out what can be done on it, which I found is quite a lot, haha. I am happy that used a variation of pictures, painting and photoshop to create the final pieces and I am happy that I have taken the covers in a different direction then the original but how I think the song sounds and what the song makes me feel. Looking back I feel the only thing I could have done differently is maybe look for more variation in ideas, for 3 of the covers i stuck to a very similar idea even though I think I came up with 4 very different covers. This is something that hopefully as my experience grows will also grow. I managed to develop some of my thumbnails to final pieces which I am happy about but I found as I was developing one idea another idea would go into my head and i would go for that although I hadn't developed the idea from the drawing stage.

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smorgasbordofobsessions · 2 years

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liveblog: yugioh! gx s126-137

ep126

i've been playing the episodes in the background so i don't have much to say about anything that's really happened but, i can understand that the pressure that chaz faces from his family to be the best and uphold the family makes him a douchebag with a huge superiority complex

chaz, in the last episode, was holding himself back from crying as he gave himself a pep-talk in the bathroom

it was honestly a bit sad becuse he's under enormous pressure to defeat jaden so that his family (his brothers) can continue their plan for world domination - and i can understand how that will fuck a kid up - chaz is like 14? 15? - so that's too much of a burden on his shoulders

"dueling is all about having fun!" "gag me"

imagine having your biggest insecurity just aired in front of everybody

HAHAHHAHA chaz has to start back in slifer since he's technically a new student since he dropped out what a joke but good for him

ep127

"that's the last time i mix chili sauce with ice cream"

cyrus what the fuck

hm so yeah the dorm head of slifer is sketchy what a surprise

"i'll tell you what the secret to getting up early is: staying up all night!"

jaden's right

ep128

"you enjoyed the shadow game?" "yeah!"

jade won half a medallion and the only other person who's won this trial has th other half

ep129

so the other dude to beat that grave trial is some masked guy who's working for a master who wants to cover the world in shadows

"three sacred beast cards"

oh ho here we goooo

though dim those cards do ook like the god cards

this chancellor is being MIGHTY forthcoming with security ad secruity information abotu the beast cards

honestly i 'm realy enjoying jaden's carefree attitude because yeah what is there to worry about when all you ahve to do is save the world? that's light work

"call of the haunted" wow

the red eyes black dragon!!

ep132

i wasn't paying attention to the episode where cahaz got this hideous monster spirit but it needs to fucking go

"i bet you talk to all the girls like that" "no. just ones i don't like"

ep134

chaz why are you sitting like that

KAIBA??? -man

wait!!!!! they made a "kaibaman" duel monsters card???

caz said that tis card was ctreated by kaiba himself! oh the on-brand narcissism - i love it!!

ep135

"if you wanna be helpful, get lost!"

so what's the ship name for chaz and jaden because i KNOW people ship them

i should look that up

there was an episode where chaz went to a different school and the WHOLE episode all he was doing was thinking about what jaden would say if e was there and i was laughing because a) chaz thinks jaden's nothing but the bottom of the barrel and b) bro why were you thinking about him???

someone is trying to buy out the school

oh shit kaiba founded duel academy????

wow chaz can only duel with monsters with less than 500 ATK

"this isn't fair." "no, but that's the point"

you're trying to tell me that there's an oublier of weak cards

but also wow free cards

i cant imagine designing these ugly ass monsters

also wow hearing duel monster spirits must suck

i will say that i do like the idea of a duel academy because there are some people who get really into the technicalities of dueling; and i think i remember the show said there's a game design track as well, so that's cool

but there's more to dueling than just memorizing cards - it's all about the heart of the cards!!!!

chaz is actually a good duelist, which was apparent, but is actually proven with the severe handicap he was dueling with

kaiba: "they have a lot to learn about world domination"

kaiba's actually right because, um, he already dominates the world

probably has kaibacorp napkins that are sold in supermarkets

ep136

i actually really like bastion-his approach to dueling is cool

cyrus has "thunder nyan nyan"?

chumley has a girlfriend that he can't remember the name of haha

oh lord this episode is about to be about card crushes hahaha

"crowler, what are you doing?" "a man's work" "a man's work? my, this must've been running very short on men"

this amazon is actually really sexy

the amazon wants to marry bastion, haha

ep137

the amazon rocked bastion's world then tossed him out like trash

the amazon is honestly so attractive though like damn

okay but like.. elemental hero avion is.. not hard to look at either

#yugioh #ygo #liveblog #ygo gx

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wes-laye · 3 years

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POV Albedo is asking you out on a date

Also bonus Traveler reactions:

And dessert!

#genshin #genshin impact #albedo #aether #lumine #klee #genshin albedo #genshin aether #genshin lumin #genshin klee #confession #date #animation #2d animation #原神 #fanart #wesart #I gave up on adding shadows haha it's really too much #anyways I did this because I love Albedo and I was smitten with his companionship audio lmaoooo

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nyrandrea · 2 years

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Pit Stop

Haha what’s this? A new fic? Hot damn.

I loved Security Breach and it finally gave me the urge to write a little something, so enjoy! Also spoilers! (Obviously)

Summary: As Glamrock Freddy and Gregory make their way through the Pizzaplex, a minor problem forces them to take a quick break.

Also available to read on A03 here!

Despite how massive the Mega Pizzaplex was, it certainly had a habit of making you feel crushed within its walls as the bright neon lights and endless promises of fun, excitement and quirky characters towered over and taunted you at every turn.

But that could just be the sleep deprivation talking.

Rubbing at his eyes and giving his cheeks a couple of hard slaps, Gregory tried his best to keep alert enough to spot any danger that could pop up at any second, even if he was inside Freddy’s stomach-hatch. He wasn’t sure if the animatronics were really that dumb that they hadn’t figured out his little hideaway yet, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

Freddy’s slow, methodical footsteps weren’t helping, as wasn’t his deep, rumbling voice that seemed to hold nothing but sickly sweetness and tender loving care, trying to lull him into a false sense of security. But Gregory was smart enough not to trust him—not completely. Besides, if it really came down to it, he could take care of himself.

But this place…it wasn’t like your typical back alley where the danger was avoidable if you had enough sense and knew how to blend into the background; here he was being actively sought out. Hunted. He’d nearly been caught a few times too, and not just by the animatronics. There was also that crazy maniac in a rabbit fursuit brandishing a knife bigger than his arm. The mere thought of her tied his stomach into knots.

“What was that sound?” Freddy suddenly asked.

“What…sound?” Gregory nearly swore, reeling that he had practically jumped out of his skin at the bear’s voice. Why was he so damn loud?

“It seemed to be coming from you, I could even feel my endoskeleton vibrating.”

Well, that wasn’t completely freaky at all.

“Ah! There it is again!”

It was only then that Gregory realised that the knots in his stomach were all too familiar. He grimaced and clutched at his shirt as the gnawing and twisting started becoming unbearable.

“It’s nothing,” Gregory said, his cheeks heating up in…anger? Embarrassment? He wasn’t quite sure which.

“I recognise that sound,” Freddy went on. “You are hungry, aren’t you?”

Nice to see that the robot’s Greg-O-Meter was as finely tuned as ever.

“No,” Gregory deflected, before adding, “Where are we going again?”

“To the west arcade, I am sure there is a security pass there that will give you a higher level of clearance.”

Ugh, security pass this, party pass that; this place was like a prison. Though considering he was trapped in here, he supposed it pretty much was. The boy sighed in relief, grateful that the subject had been changed at least.

“But now might be the time for a quick uh…’pit stop,’ as they say.”

“Pit stop?!” Gregory nearly face-planted onto the ground as Freddy bent over and opened his stomach-hatch, though he was caught easily enough.

“Freddy, we don’t have time for a break, we have to keep moving!” He hissed as he tried to get the bear to open back up, but to no avail.

“But you need nourishment.”

“I need to keep moving!” Gregory repeated. “Y’know, with the bloodthirsty animatronics and crazy rabbit lady right on my tail?!”

“They’re not… bloodthirsty,” Freddy weakly argued, his ears folding back briefly. “Besides, we are quite safe in here, the others have probably gone back to their rooms to recharge momentarily.”

Gregory took a moment to glance around: they were crouched behind a counter in what looked like some sort of fast-food stand. Standing up on his toes to take a quick peek, he could see the main stage in the far distance, cloaked in shadow and illuminated only by a few stray lights that sliced through the dark as the security bots did their rounds.

They were in the main atrium.

“As for this rabbit…,” Gregory felt a sudden weight on his bony shoulder and looked up at Freddy.

“I will not let her hurt you, I promise.”

The boy almost frowned at that; he had given up a long time ago on people keeping their promises to him. Trust yourself and no-one else, it was the only thing that had kept him alive until now. Never mind the fact that Freddy couldn’t even see her for whatever reason.

“But—”

“Please, Gregory. We can’t have you fainting.”

Pressing his lips together, he thought hard to find a counter to Freddy’s logic, but he ended up with a major migraine instead.

“It would make you a much easier target.”

“Okay, fine,” Gregory threw up his hands and dumped himself onto the cold, tiled floor, sitting with both his arms and legs crossed, stewing in his own resentment at the fact that he was letting a stupid machine tell him what to do.

“Thank you,” Freddy politely said, his hand gently tussling through Gregory’s greasy, unkempt knots—it was honestly a miracle his claws didn’t get caught—before moving further into the kitchen area. Gregory watched with wide hazel eyes as he tried to ignore the hard thumps threatening to burst from his chest.

“W-where are you going?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“The kitchen behind the stand,” Freddy answered, raising a mechanical eyebrow. “That is where they keep the food after all.”

Gregory huffed. Great, now the robot was learning sarcasm.

“Do not worry, I will not be long.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Of course not, you have been nothing but incredibly brave so far,” Freddy nodded in agreement, like a parent praising their child after getting a shot. “Now, I won’t be two ticks.”

As the bear disappeared behind the door, Gregory’s senses seemed to heighten all at once. He could hear every crack and moan of the walls as the building settled. The soft whirring of wheels on carpeted floors as the security robots searched for him and the clicking of paws on tiles as a couple of white rabbits nibbled their way through a box of Faz-Crackers that had been left in a corner of the food stand.

Wait, rabbits?

They seemed to regard him for a moment, their crimson eyes staring right through him as the corners of their mouths twitched unnaturally upwards.

“Are you having fun yet?”

Gregory rubbed at his eyes, and the rats took their stash and scurried away.

Rats. They were rats.

“Oh my God…,” he muttered under his breath.

Just as Gregory started questioning his own sanity, Freddy burst through the doors—nearly stopping the poor boy’s heart yet again—and proudly set down a large pizza box.

“My finest work yet!” Freddy declared as he sat down in front of Gregory, frowning when he received no answer. “What’s wrong?”

“…Nothing,” Gregory slowly answered as he forced himself to tear his eyes away from the box of crackers. “You guys uh…have a rat problem or something?”

“Ah, yes, I think management were supposed to bring in pest control to get rid of them, but I suppose they never got around to doing it yet,” Freddy shrugged. “Though I do not understand why they are called pests, they are actually quite friendly, so long as you have food.”

Gregory smiled a little, trust Freddy to make friends with something as universally hated as rats. Must have been a talent of his.

“But never mind that,” the bear eagerly pushed the pizza box towards Gregory, to which he regarded with both curiosity and mild concern.

“You guys know how to make pizza?”

“Of course we do!” Freddy said, his chest puffing out in pride. “It is an important feature of all robots at the Pizzaplex, though we are not all quite as good as Chica. Monty being the worst.”

“Uh…how so?”

“He throws on just about every topping, and customers kept complaining, which in turn would throw him into a fit of rage…”

“Is anyone in this place sane?” Gregory muttered.

“I would like to think that I am.”

“Well, you’ve not tried to murder me yet, so I’ll give ya that.”

Freddy became a little despondent again, and Gregory felt a pang of guilt.

“H-hey, so uh…thanks for the food, I…I do appreciate it,” he said, trying to lighten the mood. It seemed to work as Freddy perked up a little, and eagerly watched as Gregory tentatively lifted the lid.

Despite the piping hot steam nearly melting the skin off his face, he couldn’t help but smile dreamily as the smell of freshly baked dough wafted through the air, along with hints of tangy sauce, melted cheese and sizzling pepperoni.

He’d never had an entire pizza to himself before. Scrounging from the other families that ate close enough to his hiding spot, he was lucky if he even got a good amount of cold crust, stuffed on occasion if the pizza gods were on his side that day.

“Holy shit, that smells good.”

“Language, please.”

Ignoring him, Gregory pulled out a huge slice and devoured it, not caring that the sauce burned his tongue or the grease covering his hands. He tried to take it slowly, he really did, but a feral instinct to cram as much into his mouth sent him into something of a frenzy.

“Gregory, you should slow down,” Freddy tried to encourage. There was a look on the robot’s face that he couldn’t quite make out. Was he concerned? Disgusted? Could animatronics even get grossed out? Considering Chica ate literal trash, this was probably tamer in comparison.

“It’s fine. Food’s great,” Gregory said in-between mouthfuls.

“But you might—”

“You should take it as a compliment.”

“You could get ill,” Freddy said, suddenly looking bashful as he tapped his claws together. “Considering you probably have not eaten in a while.”

Gregory said nothing but tried to eat a little slower. Freddy shifted slightly as the two sat in silence.

“What age are you, Gregory?”

He blinked, the question taking him aback slightly.

“What does that have to do with—”

“Just humour me.”

“…Eleven.”

“I see,” There was another awkward pause, in which Gregory narrowed his eyes, not trusting where this was going. “You are... quite small for your age.”

“I’m sorry, what is the point of this conversation again?”

“Do you have a number for your parents?”

Gregory, having had enough emotional whiplash for the night, decided to stop eating and focus fully on Freddy. If he was really going to go down this route, then he had another thing coming.

“It is just…usually when children get lost, they have a number for their parents that we can call—”

“I don’t need a number; I can take care of myself.”

“I do not doubt that, but did they not at least come looking for you before the Pizzaplex closed today?”

Gregory inhaled sharply. “No, guess they were just…busy or something.”

“But to leave you here until nightfall?”

He started bouncing his knee, desperately wishing that Freddy would just drop it.

“And your guest profile—”

“Oh my God, would you just shut up?! ”Gregory finally snapped. “Seriously! What’s it got to do with you? Nothing! So just…leave it, okay?”

He hadn’t meant to sound so horrible, to make Freddy flinch, or to have tears start streaming down his face. Wiping at them furiously, Gregory hugged his knees to his chest as the quiet hush that fell between them became deafening.

“I…apologise,” Freddy rumbled, his eyelids drooping as he carefully considered his words. “I did not mean to upset you.”

Great. Now he’d pushed away the only person who had shown him any kind of kindness and understanding in this awful place. And not just in here, but out there. Where being nice was showing weakness. Where the weak were punished by the strong. And where little rats were left to fend for themselves.

“It’s fine,” Gregory mumbled, turning his head to the side to stare at the box of crackers again, wondering if the red-eyed rabbits would want to keep him company. “It’s fine, you can go.”

“What?” Freddy perked up, his optics wide.

“I said you can go.”

“Gregory, I am not leaving you on your own.”

He couldn’t help but scoff at that.

“I’ll be okay, always have been.”

“You…you mean to say…?”

“Actually, you never really explained why you’re helping me,” Gregory said, standing up with his hands on his hips. Though even sitting down, Freddy was still taller.

“Does there have to be a reason?” Freddy countered, tilting his head in that stupid innocent way.

“Well, there usually is. I mean, why put yourself through all this crap for some kid you barely know?”

Gregory didn’t even realise he was pacing at this point; the room was spinning regardless.

“Because I like you.”

Everything seemed to stop then as the two stared at each other. Freddy’s eyes had a strange aura of strength and conviction about them, unnaturally so for a robot.

“N-no…,” Gregory stuttered. “That…that can’t be it…”

“Because you are my friend,” Freddy slowly lifted an arm as an invitation.

Stunned, the boy’s legs seemed to move on their own as he stumbled over and planted himself next to the bear, saying nothing as a heavy but gentle weight settled on his shoulder. It was comforting, like an anchor that kept him from floating away into the abyss that was his own head.

“I want to help you.”

Pulling his knees back up, Gregory sniffed and leaned into the animatronic, feeling what he imagined other kids felt like when their parents shielded them away from the rest of the world with their strong arms and honeyed words.

“How long have you been alone?”

“Pretty much forever,” Gregory said, the words spilling out like vomit. “I don’t remember much about my parents. Just flashes of things. Like glass and…this strong smell of…booze? Drugs? I dunno. There was a lot of shouting. Then I ended up in care.”

He could feel Freddy’s hand tighten slightly over his shoulder, but he was careful enough not to dig his claws in.

“The adults there were mean, and the kids were even meaner. I got out as soon as I could. Tried to scrape by, do some jobs. Then I saw this place and…decided to crash for a while.”

“Wait, you mean to say you have been staying at the Pizzaplex?” Freddy asked, his ears twitching up in surprise.

“Yeah, for a few weeks now,” Gregory nodded. “It’s warm, dry and there’s food if you know where to look. Probably why that security lady wants me out so bad, can’t have a homeless kid putting off your VIPs.”

Freddy hummed at that, his processor whirring at this new information.

“I’d watch your shows sometimes,” Gregory admitted. “Usually the Sunday matinee, when it was quiet.”

“Did you enjoy them?”

“Uh…yeah, I guess. Music could get a little repetitive.”

“That is true,” Freddy nodded.

“Chica does a sick guitar solo though.”

The bear let out a hearty chuckle. “That she does.”

“Do you guys enjoy it? Performing every day?”

“It is what we were built for.”

Gregory raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t answer my question, bud.”

His cheeks went red suddenly as he started questioning his own existence. ‘Bud’? What was he, some sort of middle-aged hipster dad? But Freddy seemed ecstatic.

“Yes, I suppose we do enjoy it, as much as we are allowed to. Seeing children’s faces light up…makes me happy. Like we have done something worthwhile, even if just for that day.”

Gregory smiled tiredly as he remembered seeing how excited the kids were whenever they saw Freddy on stage. He hated to admit he got a little giddy himself whenever he had a chance to watch. He really was good at looking after children and making them happy, unlike that creepy-ass Day-care Attendant.

There was a moment then. In which Gregory could feel the tug of sleep encouraging him to slip into darkness without having to look over his shoulder. For the first time in his life, he finally had a friend, and he would be damned if anything tried to take that away from him. So, he made a promise to himself, to make sure they got out of here together, no matter what the cost.

“We should probably get moving,” Freddy finally said, making a move to get up, only to stop when he noticed that Gregory had slumped against his side, softly snoring.

The bear smiled, and a quick scan revealed nothing immediately threatening in the area, they could probably afford five minutes. Or ten.

“Rest up, superstar,” Freddy whispered, pulling the boy close. “I will keep you safe.”

The rats scurried for the last slice of pizza, and the rabbits kept their distance.

xxx

Haha it's been a while since I've written so forgive me if I'm a bit rusty. I absolutely adore the relationship between Glamrock Freddy and Freddy, they're so wholesome. And the fact that we find out Gregory is homeless??? My heart???

Let me know what y'all think! Might write more of them in the future <8)

#fnaf security breach #security breach spoilers #glamrock freddy #fnaf gregory #glamrock freddy and gregory #himbodad and feral son #fanfic #My writing

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Disaster Dates: Karaoke Night

Tig Trager x F!Reader

Disaster Dates Masterlist

This prompt from This List: Person A and Person B go out to a bar not realizing that it’s karaoke night and all the other patrons are drunk, singing terribly, and keep pressuring Person A and Person B to sing a song together.

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: I know this was on the “Disaster Date” list but honestly I feel like this is the exact opposite of a disaster 😂 I had far too much fun writing this one. Also, the more I work on these, the more I realize I just thoroughly enjoy writing little moments with these guys in happy, healthy relationships. The build-up to the date is just as enjoyable for me to write as the date itself haha. Hope y’all enjoy!

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You’d finally convinced Tig to go out for date night. While you weren’t usually the type to have a problem with just staying in and enjoying each other’s company, you had to admit that sometimes it was nice to have an excuse to go out and spent some quality time together. More specifically, time out together away from the clubhouse and all of the people inside.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the club—you loved them, truly. If it weren’t for them you wouldn’t have crossed paths with Tig in the first place. They were fun to hang out with, to party with, but it was no secret that they weren’t really the crowd anyone would want to roll with on a night when you just wanted some time to spend with your partner. Tig knew that, too, for as much as he gave you a hard time about not wanting to go to the clubhouse.

“It’s just another bar,” you said with a laugh as you pulled a cute tank top down over your head, “so you don’t even have to dress up.”

“If it’s just another bar,” Tig called back from the bathroom, “why can’t we just go to the clubhouse?”

Rolling your eyes, you dug around your dresser for a pair of jeans, “Because you already agreed to go wherever I picked for date night, that’s why.”

He was fully ready to keep bickering with you when he got to the doorway of your shared bedroom, but all the words got lost somewhere between his brain and his mouth as he watched you looking for a pair of pants in just your tank top and underwear. Rather than a witty remark or a slick comment to keep the pointless argument going, all that came out was a low whistle.

You smiled and shook your head even though you weren’t looking at him. If there was anything that could be said about your relationship with Tig, it was that you never had to wonder if he still wanted you. The man never passed up an opportunity for a flirty comment or a tempting touch. And you loved it, no matter how many times you tried to pave over your enjoyment with a faux look of annoyance.

He walked up behind you, running his fingers lightly up the backs of your thighs until he reached your hips. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you back against him with a soft laugh, “We could just do date night right here, you know.”

You laughed, but even through your laughter you knew he could hear that you found the idea just a little tempting. Sighing, you leaned back against him so you could get a good look at his face, “You can’t seduce your way out of date night.”

He chuckled, “You sure?” his hands crept towards the front of your underwear’s waistband.

Despite the goosebumps that were rising all over your skin, you nodded and attempted to step away from him just a little, “I’m sure. C’mon,” you playfully swatted his hands away, “You promised.”

He let out a sigh of resignation, “Alright, alright. I promised.”

He was always ready before you, but over the months of the two of you being together, he’d gotten much more patient waiting for you to get ready. He was always a man on the go, but he had learned to sit back and just enjoy you wandering around the house half-dressed as you got yourself together for whatever your plans were. He watched you shimmy into your jeans, leaving them unzipped and unbuttoned as you walked over to pick out the jewelry you wanted to wear for the night. You always loved cracking jokes about how Tig wore more rings than you. Every now and then he’d come back with a comment to the effect of, “There’s only one ring you gotta worry about wearing, sweetheart.” To which you always promptly replied, “I’ll believe that when I see it.” You weren’t in any kind of rush for that kind of thing, but if he opened the door for those kinds of comments you weren’t above walking right through it.

“Alright,” you were finally doing the button and zipper on your jeans as you looked in your closet for the shoes you wanted to wear, “I’m ready.”

Tig knew better than to believe that, though, “Sure,” he laughed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, making himself comfortable while he waited.

“I am!” you laughed as you dug around for a specific pair of boots, “I just gotta get my boots on and I’m good to go.”

“If you say so,” even though you weren’t looking at him, you could hear his smirk.

A couple minutes went by before you spoke up again, “Tig, baby, I need your opinion.”

He was lying on his back on the bed, legs still dangling off the edge of it, “On what?”

“Which ones?” you stood in front of him, a different boot on each foot.

He sat up, looking and it seemed like he was actually putting some thought into what he was going to respond with. With a slow nod, he said, “Tall ones.”

You smiled, nodding, “I should’ve known,” you pulled the other boot off and chucked it into the closet before sliding into the other tall boot. Turning back around to him, you held your arms out, “See? I’m ready.”

Getting up off the bed, Tig couldn’t stop himself from smiling and shaking his head, “You are. Makes one of us.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him towards the bedroom door, “Oh stop, it’s gonna be fun. We’re just going out for drinks, Trager. That’s something you’re good at.”

He laughed as he let you continue to push him through the house towards the front door. He grabbed his kutte and his bike keys as the two of you walked, and you couldn’t help but to feel a wave of excitement go through you. No matter how many times you hopped on the bike behind him, it never really got old. You were more comfortable now than you had been when you first started seeing him, but the novelty of it had yet to wear off.

“All good back there?” he gave your thigh a squeeze.

Wrapping your arms tighter around his middle, you pulled yourself closer to him, “All good.”

“Where’s this place again?” he asked as the bike roared to life.

“On the less shady side of town,” you replied with a laugh as he rolled out of the driveway.

He laughed, “Sounds boring.”

The ride there was quick, quiet outside the sound of his motorcycle. Charming wasn’t an overly busy town to begin with, but the two of you had left late enough to miss any traffic that would’ve been clogging up the streets. The parking lot of the bar was mostly full, and you supposed that that was pretty typical for a Saturday night. You chuckled a little when Tig realized that he wasn’t going to get preferential parking the same way he did at the clubhouse. He mumbled a few comments under his breath as he put the kickstand down on his bike and it was impossible not to be a little amused by him.

He tucked your helmets away as you adjusted your top and fixed your hair. For all the grumbling he’d done about going somewhere new for your date, he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t like seeing you getting all dolled up and excited about new things, even if it was just getting drinks at a bar that you’d never been to before. There were a lot of reasons to love you, and this was just another thing on the list.

“Ready?” you flashed him a smile.

“You are,” he shrugged, “that’s good enough for me.”

You smiled, shaking your head at him as you slipped your hand into his, “C’mon, grumps. It’s gonna be a good time.”

The two of you walked in together, and were immediately met with sounds that weren’t anything like what you were expecting. You expected a bar to have music. And, while you weren’t necessarily thinking that this place would be playing the same kind of music you heard at the clubhouse, you weren’t expecting to walk in on the scene that you did, either.

“What the fuck is this?” Tig couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“It looks like—”

“Did you bring me to a fucking karaoke bar?” he had to laugh.

“I don’t think…” you looked around, and sure enough, the board where most places would put their specials, had written on it, Karaoke, first Saturday of every month! and all you could do was laugh, “Shit. Yea, look,” you nudged him and gestured to the sign.

“It’s not too late to turn around,” he offered.

“Hell no,” you laughed, “We get drinks and a show now. C’mon,” you tightened your grip a bit on his hand and pulled him deeper into the bar in search of a booth or table that would give you a good view of the trainwreck.

“Here,” you motioned for him to sit at the high-top table close to the bar, “I’ll grab us a couple beers.”

He was about to tell you not to leave him in the middle of all these drunk people who were gearing up to spend their night poorly singing songs that he loved, and would no doubt have a distaste for by the time the night was over, but you were already gone. Letting out a deep sigh, he sat back in his chair and tried to get a better idea of who was in the bar. No one really seemed like they were the type to give either of you any trouble, but Tig never put anything past anyone.

“Here,” you slid the glass to him before taking your seat next to him.

“You’re not gonna sit across from me?” he asked, a confused expression on his face.

“And miss this shitshow?” you gestured to the two friends up front singing horribly off-key before taking a sip of your own drink, “No way.”

“Pretty sure they say only serial killer couples sit on the same side of the table or both or whatever.”

You shrugged, “Yea, well…you know,” you laughed.

He couldn’t even try to stop himself from laughing. Even though it wasn’t about to be the night that either of you imagined it was going to be, he figured that if he was going to enjoy it with anyone, it’d be you. He draped his arm around your shoulders, smiling more at the amusement that you got from watching it all happen rather than all the people surrounding you.

There was a lull in people volunteering to go up and sing, and that was the first time that the two of you got called out. A girl who clearly should’ve been cut off a few shots ago waved at you from the small makeshift stage, “Hey! Couple in the back! By the bar!” you looked around before motioning between you and Tig, and the girl nodded excitedly, “Yea, you! Come up! Do a duet!”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Pass. Thank you, though.”

“Come on!” the girl pleaded, “It’ll be fun!”

“Then you do it!” Tig called back.

You choked back a laugh, and you would’ve felt bad if his comment had affected the girl at all, but she seemed perfectly unbothered as she took his advice and picked another song to sing.

“Would you?” you asked him once the song started up.

“What?”

“Would you go up there and sing?” your curiosity was written clearly all over your face.

“Baby, I would take a bullet for you. And I would rather do that, than go up there in front of all these people and sing karaoke.”

You burst out laughing as you leaned into him, “Stop. You’re not serious.”

“Dead serious,” he shook his head before taking a sip of his beer.

“What if I get you a little drunk first?”

“Gotta be more than just a little for that.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “I think you’re exaggerating. I bet you’d actually have fun.”

He smirked at you, “Guess we’ll never know.”

You had to laugh. All of the things that you’d seen Tig do over the years of knowing him, and karaoke was where he drew the line? You just didn’t buy it. You were willing to bet that he actually got really into it and he just didn’t want you to know. Regardless of how good or bad he was, you knew that there was no way it would be the most embarrassing thing that you’d ever seen him do.

It became a game, almost comical, really, for everyone to try and get the two of you up onto the stage. And while you would really rather do almost anything else than go up there and sing karaoke in front of a bunch of strangers who were pretty much plastered, the fact that Tig was so adamant about not doing it made you want to go up there. The later it got, and the more everyone else around you drank, the more pressure they put on the two of you. Honestly, you were surprised that Tig was keeping it together at all—you were certain that he would either get up to leave or start a fight with the next person who pushed the issue. Maybe he was really just trying to keep it together because it was date night.

“Alright,” a very sober-sounding voice came from the stage, “we have time for one more song before we shut it down up here.”

Even if everyone wasn’t actually looking at you, that’s what it felt like. Looking over at Tig, you smiled, “C’mon, it could be fun!”

His eyes widened a little bit, “Seriously?”

You nodded excitedly, “Seriously! We might as well, right?”

He leaned back in his chair, searching your face as if he was trying to figure out just how serious you were about it. Like you’d ever joke about something like this. He knew that there wasn’t any getting out of it, after all, this was your date night.

“One song,” he got up out of his chair.

You were beaming, jittering with excitement as you hopped off your chair as well, instantly grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the little karaoke stage before he could change his mind and try to make a break for it. The amount of drunken cheers and applause made it impossible not to laugh as the two of you picked a song to do. You let Tig choose, figuring it was the least you could do since you were the one forcing him into the whole thing anyway. However, you couldn’t help but to notice that he navigated through songs with an impressive amount of ease, skimming faster than you would’ve been able to. It only confirmed your earlier thought that maybe he had a bit more of a knack for karaoke than he wanted to admit to you.

He finally stopped at one, looking at you for confirmation before picking it. The smile on your face grew impossibly bright as you nodded. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to choose, but you were excited and impressed with his choice.

As soon as the opening notes of Ain’t No Mountain High Enough hit the air, the entire bar erupted into cheers and applause. Tig figured that if he was going to do this, he might as well make it all worth it. Had he sung this song an embarrassing number of times during impromptu karaoke nights at the clubhouse? Maybe. Was his duet partner almost always Juice? Also maybe. But he wasn’t going to tell you that—not yet.

If there was anyone in the world that you assumed would absolutely kill it at karaoke, it would’ve been Tig. All the events of the night aside, there was just something about the chaotic energy that he put off, the reckless abandon that he had that made him a perfect candidate for something like this.

And he didn’t disappoint.

You were fairly certain that he didn’t look at the screen a single time. You held your own alright, or you did as well as you could between the laughs. He knew how to put on quite the show, which is also something that you shouldn’t have found surprising. You wondered if the dance number was improvised or something that he had rehearsed with whoever else he usually dueted the song with. Either way, he was effortlessly moving around you and spun you as though he’d done it a million times before.

By the time the song was over, you were out of breath. Whether it was mostly from singing, laughing, or Tig’s antics, you didn’t know. It was the best you’d felt in a while though. You knew for a fact that you were going to be picking his brain about the entire thing once the two of you got home. You had far too many questions and not enough answers.

All of that could wait, though. The two of you had just put on the karaoke finale of a lifetime, and the crowd reacted accordingly. You looked over at Tig, and both of you had the look in your eyes that said that this was the closest the two of you would ever be to being rockstars, so you might as well soak it up while you had the chance.

While the original plan might’ve been to make a beeline for the door the second the song ended, the two of you ended up sticking around for another round of drinks. Things were quieter now, but the energy of the place was still buzzing. The two of you made your way back to your table, and it was impossible to get through more than one sentence at a time without breaking down into laughter.

“You know,” you reached over and rested your hand on his thigh, “if your goal tonight was to make sure I never brought you to another karaoke night, you did not succeed.’

He chuckled as he finished off his beer, “This gonna be your pick for date night forever now?”

“Maybe not forever,” you laughed, “But definitely the first Saturday of every month. Who knows?” you gave his leg a light squeeze, “Couple months of this and then we can take this show on the road.”

Laughing, he pulled you tight against his side and kissed the top of your head, “Can’t get mad at me about the groupies, then.”

Shaking your head, you couldn’t help but to laugh, “You’re something else, Trager. Always full of surprises.”

“You think that’s surprising, you should see the other guys.”

“Oh, believe me,” you looked up at him, “it’s gonna be my new mission to find where the karaoke machine is hidden at the clubhouse.”

“No one is gonna tell you, baby,” he smirked.

“I’ll figure it out somehow.”

“That means you’re gonna have to sing too, you know.”

You shrugged, “Fine. I got a good duet partner—I’ll be fine.”

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #soa imagine #tig trager #tig trager x reader #tig trager x you #disaster date series #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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bokettochild · 3 years

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For the requests if you're game?

Four and Warriors dynamic since we don't see it much?

Also you're awesome and absolutely don't have to do this if you don't want haha

So, words aren't nice to me today, and your prompt really helped with that. I'm sorry I didn't get to it sooner! But I'm glad I did it today. The verb tenses are a bit off and all over, but I really like the pretense.

For context, this is something that used to happen with me and my dad when he was in pain. I have no clue why it works, but it does somehow? For him anyway. Anyway, as I am the shorty of my family, I figured Four could take my place here :)

“Four, how tall are you?”

Don’t kill him. Green whispered, whether to himself or to his brothers none of them knew.

Why would he even need to know that? The grouchier voice in his head huffed out as hazel eyes shot up to meet the captain’s blue.

Was that particularly necessary? Vio groaned, and if he’d had a physical form the color in question would likely have just flopped over tiredly.

“Four foot four.” They answered curtly, turning their gaze back down to the sword in their hand as they continued to work over its length.

Warriors chuffed out a strangled sort of noise across from them, whether it be from pain, surprise or laughter they didn’t know, and as long as the captain didn’t push, they’d give him a little grace. The poor man was in enough pain as it was, and it really would be a shame to have him writhing on the ground if they kicked him in some... painful places.

“Really?” The man wheezed. “Please tell me you’re joking?”

They rolled their eyes.

Permission to kick him in the nuts?

One minute, let me think about it.

Pities sakes you two, we are not kicking the captain! Vio scolded. We’ll dye his hair while he sleeps or sew a patch on his tunic while he walks or something, not...oy vey.

“I’m four-foot-five.” They corrected aloud. “Happy?”

Sharp eyes met the captain’s again, four voices fighting over whether to cause harm or not. “Huh.”

Guys, look at him! Red huffed. He’s not even able to sit up straight! Give him a break, this one time?

Agreement rang in their mind. Wars was in pretty awful shape. The man had pulled his back while trying to heft a wounded Twilight through the forest the other day, and while he’d insisted the entire time that he had it handled, he’d come to regret it the next day when he woke up nearly too sore to move. They all teased Time about being an Old Man, and it was well known that Legend’s arthritis gave him trouble on some days, but neither the vet not their leader had ever moved as slowly as the captain this morning when they’d been on the road, and Time had had to call an early halt simply because Wars was clearly in so much pain.

The man currently lay on his stomach on the ground at the edge of camp, trying to stretch out his strained back and staring as Four with an odd look in his eyes. “Could you do me a favor?”

Could you not mock our height?

I thought we liked our height?

We do, but we don’t need to be teased for it!!!

“What do you need?” They eventually settled on, setting their sword aside and giving the captain their full attention.

“Stand on my back.” Warriors answered.

They blinked, startled. Once, twice, thrice, four times at the man. “Pardon?”

“Stand on my back.” Warriors repeated himself, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But-”

Is he bonkers? Captain, we are not cracking your spine to put you out of your misery? Blue frowned, confused.

We’d hurt him doing that, why would he even ask?

This is Warriors, he’s not known for having all the lights on a good day.

“Aren’t you in pain?” Red managed to take the forefront, worry spilling into his voice as he stared down at where the captain lay on the ground.

The man smiled, shaking his head slightly only to wince and instead offer one of his charming smiles. “It helps. Just trust me, ‘kay?”

And what were they supposed to do? Even Legend had stepped up to offer help with the pain this afternoon, not that it would do much good for Warriors’ specific problem, but it had earned the vet a warm chuckle and a head ruffle, resulting in much squawking and insults as the vet protested the action. Wild had searched his slate for supplies to make a cure, and Time had called a halt for the day’s travels entirely. Sky had even offered what little help he could provide, but while offers of aid had come from everywhere, there hadn’t been anything that had worked.

But Wars was claiming that actively stepping on the injury would help it, and as absurd as it sounded, the captain seemed utterly confident in it, eyes almost pleading as they shifted where they sat.

“It won’t, I don’t know, mess up your back at all? Are you sure-”

“Goddesses, Four! It’ll be fine.” The captain huffed desperately, just do it, please?”

Now they understood why Warriors could charm discounts and special deals out of merchants and inn-keepers, his royal blue eyes looked utterly pitiful and almost tearful as they stared up at them, pleading and wide. The effect was ruined though when Wars added a tiny little pout that sent Vio reeling with laughter as Blue and Green stifled their own, Red cooing softly in their head.

“Alright.” The laughter of three of the four colors spilled over in a light chuckle as the smithy pulled themselves to their feet, stepping over hesitantly and setting one foot on Warriors’ stretched out back.

“Go on.” Wars prompted, chuckling fondly. “It won’t hurt me, I’ll tell you if it does, okay?”

That didn’t help at all. They weren’t big, they knew that, but they weren’t as slight as they looked, they were smithies after all, and they were a solid little brick of muscle mass. Warriors may be certain it would be okay, but they sure weren’t.

“Four, I’m literally begging you. Step on me.”

The smithy’s nose wrinkled and they pulled back. “That is incredibly weird sounding.”

“Step.” Warriors ordered.

“This is so weird!” A nervous laugh fell from their lips. “How does this even help?”

“Just do it!” The captain groaned. “It helps, I promise. I can’t explain it, but it does.”

One tentative foot pressed against the captain’s back again, only for the smithy to back off, earning a huff in annoyance from the captain. “Four-”

“Let me take my boots off first.” They murmured, shivering off the awkward feeling that came from stepping on of their brothers. But they could only avoid Wars’ pleading gaze for so long and once their shoes are properly put to the side, they had no valid excuse to not ‘help’ the man.

How does this even help him?

Do we care? We have an excuse to step on him!

Vio, I think you spent too much time around Shadow. Stepping on people isn’t funny.

It’s funny if it’s Warriors. Vio sounded particularly satisfied with himself at the moment, and the others could only sigh at that, finally giving in to the captain's request as Vio pushed the body forwards until they are standing, fully, on Warriors’ back.

“Oh, yes, thank you.” The captain’s voice comes out in a relieved sigh. “A bit lower if you could- that's the- yes, right there. Oh gosh.” Blonde hair met the dirt as their resident “pretty boy” let his face fall to rest on the ground. A satisfied sigh escaping him, albeit muffled by the earth. “That is so much better. Thank you, Four.”

“How does this help?” They frowned, staring down at where the man spread out on the ground, utterly limp and incredibly boney under their feet.

“No clue.” Comes the muffled reply, no attempt made to explain as the captain continued to let himself melt into the earth. “But it always works like a charm, so I don’t question it.”

Always?

“Who do you usually have step on you?” They ask, standing awkwardly on a boney spine any trying their hardest to keep their balance so they don’t slip and tumble onto Warriors’ head and give him a concussion on top of everything.

“My kids.” Comes the easy reply, as if the words don’t send them reeling enough that they almost do fall. “Mask jumped on top of e once to try and wake me up. I wasn’t asleep, but it was a tough battle the day before. Come to find out having a smallish person stand on you does wonders! My younger siblings used to do it too, but then they all hit growth-spurts.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” They chuckled easily, finding a comfortable placement for their feet as Warriors’ back rises and falls with soft laughter.

“Believe it or not,” The captain rumbles, the vibrations trailing up their legs and making them stifle a giggle. “I’m the short one in the family. The eldest, but the Hylia forsaken shortest.” There’s very nearly a pout in the man's voice and they failed to hold back their laughter as they look down at him.

”You’re the shortest?”

“To my eternal torment.” Comes the groaned reply, and all the colors can do in reaction is laugh.

Later, when the others finally look over and see what’s happening, there are shouts and concerned looks from the heroes when they see their shortest standing on the previously sore and aching back of their tallest, but for now, Four gets to tease the captain for being short; something they never thought would ever happen.

Vio cackled madly in the background the whole time, leaving his brothers concerned after the first ten minutes when the color’s mirth failed to fade.

#sorry I took so long!!!#vio is a member of #the warriors bullying squad #red is a member of #the warriors protection squad #lined universe #linkeduniverse #lu warriors #lu four #lu vio #lu red #lu green #lu blue #fluffics #linked universe fic requests #claybrownie7566 my beloved

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stickynotestoletters · 3 years

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Yandere BNHA Boys pt 2

Okay, this is a continuation of the first yandere ones I did because I wrote that in basically a night and was too tired to do more, I'm probably gonna post some after for the pro heroes and villains if I have time, I might finish those on the weekend then post it.

This is just a bunch of headcanons I have about the boys in BNHA and what they’d be like as yanderes. Only the really fluffy or good things about them listed here. Neither of these works are a good depictions of a real yandere and make sure to be careful to identify yandere traits in real people around you. It’s a very dangerous world and stay safe!

sorry if you were waiting for me to come out with these and I literally took forever lol, link to the first one is here. It's basically just me comforting myself with the sweet things that I think they would do as yanderes.

Warnings: Brainwashing, blood, gore, death, trans headcanons, body dysmorphia, nonbinary they/he Sero, they/them pronouns + nonbinary headcanons for Tokoyami, he/they nonbinary headcanons with Shinsou, a little NSFW because if I don't specify then they are aged up (around 20-25 is where I imagine the timeline that they actually captured you and have a hero carrier going for them already), manipulation, regular yandere things, kinda just turns into dumbass horknee headcanons at some point after Shinsou (sorry lmfao), objectification

Sero Hanata

so basically the first time they saw you they immediately wanted to come up to you

they love to give you back hugs because once you stop trying to fight them he's gonna be so honored you finally trust him

Big time slut [non-derogetory] for you

Likes to have an apartment that's high up, probably a secured penthouse with lots of windows

If you're afraid of heights they will get a ground bed for you two, they would also vibe with a low hanging hammock if you allow it

they really really like just putting you on a custom made leash, not inherently in a sexual way just in general likes to have it look like that with their tape on you at all times

they really really like it when you come to them for hugs and comfort

If you're a trans reader, if you want a binder he will get you one as soon as you ask, cried when you told him about it.

they cried way more than you though...

Was very accepting as an nb person as well

they custom made you a tape binder of his

Kinda as a joke but high key felt like they were gonna combust at the thought of you wearing that for them

Takes you to pride but you cannot speak

only takes you to pride after they are 1000% sure that you're not gonna speak to anyone but them

Takes you to it as a part of their float because they'd been invited onto the Hero Float

You are in a costume that's exactly like his, helmet and everything, you aren't allowed to be looked at

After that though, it's gonna be your choice to go or not to go

they trust you a little more after you run away from some assholes though and after that sometimes lets you take your helmet off during pride, you have to give them a lot of kisses though

When/if you ever consider any type of surgery he is 110% on board

they demand that you have to have it performed by someone who has done this a million times before, trusts no one else

If there's a way for you to go through it without the surgery they're excited but he's more excited if there is surgery because they love the idea of you being so cuddly and clinging to them for their comfort

Tokoyami Fumikage

haha they're in love with you

like, intensely in love with you the moment they first meet you

Dark shadow thinks you're adorable but says nothing more about their obsession with you

when you met them before UA they absolutely cannot handle being around you in a 10-foot radius

Eventually, though they do try and become a friend of yours

After that, it's a hop on the manipulation train, my dude

they basically make you see them as your savior from a mean uncaring world

they love talking to you about things that make you happy and loving you in little ways

hugs, hand holding, a lot of time it's just a little peck (haha) on the cheek

they love living with you though, like really love it

they like baking and making dinner for you

but especially baking

like really, baking

the manipulation they use makes it seem like everything is okay when you only talk to them so that's what you do and to you, it seems so much better than anything you could do

they haven't come out to you by the time you come out to them so your trans journey really helps them figure things like that out as well

The first time you explain that gender is a made-up construct they're like "yeah......isn't that how everyone feels? Like, not a gender????" we love this for them

you both kind of heal each other through this process

they like seeing you when you're most comfortable so they get you as many binders as you need

also gets you a custom binder like Sero but with feather designs, not like stupid printable patterns but something that is soft and the softness isn't feathers it's regular fluffy cloth

idk I'm not a designer that's why I gave up and became a writer lmao

they also get you a compression corset because they're emo

if there is surgery it takes a lot of time to convince them

they don't ever want you to regret anything they helped you with so it takes a lot of long-winded conversations about it

there was a lot of nervousness on their part because (this is just my headcanon) they were almost convinced to get surgery to construct their face to look human-like

they had a lot of their family tell them that, because of the way they looked, they had less of a chance to become a hero, they were immensely traumatized by this and thus wants to make absolutely sure you were okay with this

but when they finally find themself comforted by you about it it happens quickly and in the safest way you could possibly imagine

Shinso Hitoshi

Shinsou didn't want to approach you at all, he was so scared you'd run away or tell him he's a villain

they always thought that they weren't good enough for you

he loved you but you needed to say hi first

and you did

so he whisked you away

they like to just brainwash you into tasting certain types of food when you're craving them instead of just getting you food

he likes to talk to you in a voice like he would talk to a kitten, not like husky or anything sexy, but something cute and adorable

especially when you're brainwashed and can't say anything to him

He likes to give you lots of soft stuff like I'm talking pillows upon pillows and squishmallows

once he gets his own house they get it in a place that's more comforting in the dark than in the light

they really like the dark and outdoorsy vibe anyway so if they choose a place somewhere in the forest to keep you what's the added bonus if no one can hear you scream?

a little bit of spice; he has this whole a/b/o fantasy (idk it's his vibes that he'd read that fanfic and stuff lmao) and kinda treats you like you were an omega

sometimes if you guys do have sex they'll brainwash you to act like an omega or once he's more experienced with bodily manipulation involving their quirk they'll make you do all of the......omega things

when you come out to them, if you're trans, they're definitely gonna not care

like if you need comfort and stuff about it they will not make a big deal about it

he legit is like "okay .....can I still fuck you or?????"

HE JUST GIVES OFF REALLY HORKNEE VIBES OKAY?????

definitely brainwashes you into not feeling dysphoric anymore though

like loves it when you come up all sad to him and uncomfy just to ask them to brainwash you

he melts over you cuddling them after those times though

if you want surgery they're gonna make sure that it's between him and the doctors that y'all are there

like no one knows you're there, completely off radius, in and out like nothing (he's basically a cryptid in the woods by the time you guys have the surgery, so they wanna make sure no one questions it)

Monoma Neito

bold of you to assume that man can express literally anything when he wants to just sit you on his lap and look at your pretty face

love at first sight taken literally but not in a shallow way

he loves just having you around him

kinda treats you as an accessory at times, talks like you're a purse or something and people don't really comment but it's really freaking them out sometimes when you don't speak up on it

likes to say he's the only one to understand you cause he's afraid you'd leave him

a hardcore fan of collars though

definitely has lots of jewelry that represents him even though you don't go out he still loves the idea of it

big time cook

loves providing for you, never lets you do a damn thing other than watching pre-approved cartoons and hobbies

absolute fucking disaster about hugging you

always has to be touching you

he thinks you're so fucking gorgeous and body worships you even out of the bedroom

if you're trans he will definitely be weird about it at first

he's just diet transphobic

he's not denying it but sometimes he's like "Are you sure???" and stuff

he clears this up with the help of you being pissed enough to not eat or talk to him until he apologizes

he then educates himself on it and comes to the conclusion that he was in fact being an asshole

talks to you about binders and stuff like that

doesn't really believe in surgery, he would never allow you to do that just because it would be too painful for him to see you go through

he instead literally searches the whole fucking globe for a person with a body-altering quirk to make sure you don't get hurt

he seeks out homophobes, transphobes, and other dumbasses on the regular just to kill them like literally it just started out for your approval but now it's just for fun

Anyway, the villain one (if I do it) will probably become just horknee brain rot cause I am a slut. Request some stuff and I'll try to put up some works if y'all want ig.

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threewaysdivided · 2 years

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I was screaming when I saw the update notification in my inbox! (And I might have done a little embarrassing dance, too). Every part of this chapter was well worth the wait! The tone and plot read like something you would find in S1 of YJ, and I loved every minute of it! I have to say, one of my favorite moments was when Phantom accidentally gave everyone a brainfreeze 🤣 That was unexpected, but definitely added some levity to the situation haha! Thank you for the excellent chapter dear author!

Thank you so much! The number of people who've told me they yelled/ gasped/ jumped or otherwise went absolute wiggly bonkers on seeing the update note for Deathly Weapons Chapter 18 has been utterly delightful. After so long I was mostly expecting to be met with a mix of crickets and "oh huh. guess you're not dead then. cool".

Hopefully 21K worth of mission is sufficient apology for my frankly overlong absence.

There was a time when this fic had a regular upload schedule but these days I feel like I've evolved into an odd sort of cryptid. The Loch Ness monster's saltier cousin who occasionally whale-breaches out of the lake to canonball novella-length updates into the water before disappearing back down into the murky depths of container gardening and writing analysis from whence I came.

I've been really gratified to hear so many people say the Black Gold mission felt like it could be a proper YJS1 episode. Arc II is definitely where YJ:DW swings more Young Justice story-wise and it's sort of my little love letter to Season 1 so it's nice to know that I'm coming somewhere within swinging distance of capturing that style.

I'm also glad this one seems to be carrying itself pretty well as a semi-self-contained plot - I was kind of worried that it was going to be a bit of a wet fish to drop after 2 years of silence. Don't get me wrong, Chapter 18 is doing important structural things but (to me, at least) it's not as significant to the characters or long-term plot as the missions I have planned to follow it (ironically contributing to the catch-22 of it taking so long to write).

One of my favorite moments was when Phantom accidentally gave everyone a brainfreeze

Fun fact: that odd little scene of telepathic tomfoolery came about mostly because I wanted to set up Wally calling Phantom "an actual headache to work with" in a later chapter. Behold the lengths I am willing to go to for absolute nonsense!

While I wouldn't call Black Gold an especially funny chapter on the whole there were definitely some little bits that were just plain fun to write. Top picks include:

Sphere rattled her plates in a way that made it clear she felt she was being babied.

“Uh, yeah, just… have you ever cut through a construction yard after dark?” - the Boy Wonder’s affirmatory noise was echoed by Artemis - “Well now imagine it’s full of people who want to kill you.”

Wally attempted a suave lean as the men slid to the ground. “These guys bothering you?”

Just for a moment, he considered that he might be insane.

“Wasn’t he tied to a table?” “Yeah, and?” the speedster gave a magnificent shrug. “He still is.”

“Besides,” Kid Flash shrugged the item on experimentally, colour eye-watering against his stealth-suit, “you know me: moves like a shadow.”

Can you tell that I just really, really like writing Wally?

also this one:

“Maybe you should re-re-count. You know, make sure you’ve got your facts straight?”

which isn't all that funny but tickles me because oh the shade, the backhandedness of it all.

In somewhat related news, I am very excited now because Chapter 18 being done means I get to move onto Chapters 19 - 21, a trinity which astute readers may recognise as Flashpoints, Combustion and Equilibrium aka that Wally-heavy trinity whose outline I've been going nuts over for literal years.

And also: it's already got a rough outline! Which, with luck means I might take less than 20% of a decade to get it to you. Golly, imagine that!

Hope you'll come along to see 💜

#young justice: deathly weapons #young justice #danny phantom #Chapter 18 #Black Gold #anonymous #doodly-doop #3WD Answers #I had so many crises of confidence writing Chapter 18 #there were so many elements that had terrifyingly botch-able potential #glad it turned out well for everyone #feels kind of silly in hindsight but there you have it #I am so hyped to get to the next three chapters you have no idea #despite what they might lead you to believe Wally is actually one of my favourite characters #he has an amazing capacity to carry absolute narrative nonsense without it ever feeling out of place #this is a boy with his heart on his sleeve his foot perpetually in his mouth and absolutely NO capacity to pull off suave-on-purpose #I love one (1) wildly irritating redheaded child

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mai-sau · 3 years

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Prompt "give me attention" for kidnap family?

"haha, im gonna take it easy with prompts this time around, only a few hundred words -" cue spongebob title card "2.3k words later"

seriously tho thank you for the prompt!! (and sorry about the wait!) i had fun working on this one bc well i love any chance to write about this lil family of murderers and tiny bois :') hope u enjoy!!

Prompt: "Give me attention."

“Nelyo.”

“Ne-”

Thump. Maedhros slammed his book shut. A puff of dust wheezed out from the crusty pages; Maglor could make out the swirl of particles flying about in the dim shafts of sunlight peeking into his brother’s study from windows that he was sure were clean at some point in their existence.

Said brother tossed a glare over to Maglor from the other side of his desk.

“You’re allowed to be here. Quietly.” Maedhros threw a pointed look towards the abandoned scroll in Maglor’s hands.

“But I’m so very lonely, Nelyo,” Maglor pouted, and dropped the scroll on the desk. The parchment rolled out towards Maedhros, whose face was fast approaching the same shade as his hair. “Besides, I’ve already taken care of all my correspondence for the day. Nothing much else to do, really, but seek out the company of my darling brother.”

“I’m older than you,” Maedhros grit out, rubbing his temple in terse little circles. Which one of them he was reminding Maglor couldn’t say.

“Only by a few years,” Maglor teased. He let the corners of his lip curl up - he was well aware this made him look like “a cat about to feast on the fattest saucer of milk it’s ever conned” according to his brother, and that was why he did it.

On top of that dusty old book, Maedhros’ fingers twitched. Got you.

“Come on, Nelyo,” he whined. “Give me attentiooon.”

Maedhros threw him a positively hateful look, but Maglor knew he wouldn’t throw him out just yet. By this point, Maglor liked to think he knew his brother well enough.

There were some things he didn’t, of course, and this was fine. When his brother would wake and traipse out to the courtyard in the dead of night, staring at the moon hungrily for hours and hours as if he would never glimpse its light amidst the pitch dark again; when one of the many elves around Amon Ereb would do something wrong - not when one of their craftsmen made the same excited little exclamation as Curvo used to, or hunters fletched their arrows just how Tyelko did, Maglor understood these, at least - but a request phrased too sweetly, an abrupt movement, a smile too wide, and Maedhros’ throat would tighten, his words clipped, before excusing himself to go lock himself in his room for an hour, or two, or three: these parts of his brother Maglor may never know.

But he knew much, or at least enough. A few months after they’d taken in the twins, Maglor had just finished mopping an explosion of jam on the dining floor and sweeping up the shards of what was once the hefty jar that contained it. He’d first gently let Elros know that if they wanted food, they need only ask; he’d then let him know that no, of course they wouldn’t cast him out for breaking the jam jar, with no small amount of tears or internal panic on either end of that conversation.

By the time Maglor slunk into Maedhros’ study that evening to go over reports from around the fortress, he was maybe a bit tired. When Maedhros told him to wait for just a few minutes while he wrapped something or other up, Maglor might’ve let slip a touch of petulance and no small amount of theatrics into his voice when he asked when his dear Nelyo could spare just a moment for his poor baby brother, simply wilting away from the neglect.

Maglor had frozen, fearful of what his second-most severe brother would have to say in response to - well, whining. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d let himself do so. Oh, he’d been quite the brat in Valinor, and used to be quite proud of that fact, thank you. Each and every one of his brothers’ last nerves practically had his name on it. But it seemed ever since they arrived here, it was as if they simply couldn’t afford the waste of time. Ribbing was a favored pastime of his in Aman, but Beleriand offered no such frivolities.

But living with the twins, putting on playful words and coaxing laughter from two young faces that Maglor couldn’t bear to see two seconds from breaking anymore, had apparently loosened his discipline.

He’d thought Maedhros would treat him to one of his signature frowns, barking at him that neither of them had time to make things any harder for each other, but instead he’d… laughed. Just the slightest huff of air, yes, but a laugh nonetheless. Maglor hadn’t heard his brother laugh since…

Well, if anything, he was honoring his cousin’s memory.

So Maglor experimented over the years, let a few more teases and whines slip into his day-to-day interactions with Maedhros. His brother had since mustered a valiant effort to act annoyed, but Maglor could still catch a muffled chuckle or smothered grin here and there.

So. All in all, he’s sure he knows his brother pretty well at this point, and Maedhros was not troubled (bad), just bothered (good).

Which, of course, meant they could continue to play; Maglor would show no mercy.

“Please? Please, please? Just a smidgen of tender love and care from my dearly beloved big brother?” Maglor asked, eyes wide and pleading, hands clasped in front of him as he leaned over the desk. His hair, inky black, spilled all over his scroll.

Maedhros’ nose twitched. His right ear flicked. Oh yes. He was close to a chuckle now, he could tell. His dearly beloved big brother stood no fucking chance.

“Oh dear Eru, let my brother pay attention to - MANWË’S TITS!” Maglor shrieked, springing up from his seat after spotting a dark shadow peeking through the window.

His brother whirled around. Quick as a viper, his hand darted out to grasp the hilt of his sword. Despite this, Maglor could hear a choked noise he was more than halfway certain was the chuckle he had so desperately hunted. Oh well.

A chubby face stared right back at them, eyes round as saucers. Wait, make that two faces.

Both Maglor and Maedhros sagged with relief.

“Elros, can you please come in?” Maglor croaked, feeling five feet to the left of his physical body. “You too, Elrond.”

The two of them nodded bashfully, heads bobbing as they fumbled over to the glass. And they were… flapping. Each twin sported small brown wings on their back, looking much like the falcons Tyelko used to play with as a child. Maglor supposed, thinking of a great bird soaring away over the sea with light itself clutched tight in its talons, maybe they should have expected this one in particular.

Elros pushed once, twice at the windows, tiny arms straining against the pane and looking more panicked by the second. Behind him, Elrond simply pointed to the - oh, the window latch. Yes.

Maedhros stood up and flicked it open. Elros came tumbling through, nearly bashing his skull on the desk before Maedhros caught him midair.

Elrond flew in smoothly and landed on Maglor’s empty chair, wings neatly folding in. Maedhros dumped Elros on his own chair. His wing smacked Maedhros’ arm by mistake.

“We talked about this. No new shapeshifting without me or Maglor there,” Maedhros said, fixing each of them with a stern look.

Both the twins looked down at this. Elrond wrung his little wrists.

“We’re sorry!” Elros burst out, tears welling up in his eyes. “We won’t do it again, promise!”

“That’s what you said last time, sweetheart,” Maglor told him.

“And the time before that,” Maedhros grumbled.

“What we’re saying, dear, is that we understand that you’re sorry. But keeping your word has to take first priority,” Maglor explained softly.

Maedhros coughed.

“Or, er, not doing it again,” Maglor corrected. “That’s what counts.”

“We understand,” Elros sniffled. “It’s just, we wanted to hear, but you weren’t there to check with, because well, you were here, and, well, um, yes -”

“Bringing us to the next point of order,” Maedhros rumbled. He raised a brow at both of them. “Eavesdropping. We have also been over this.”

Oh dear. Elros looked like he was about to drown in a puddle of tears. Maglor rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades soothingly, careful of the new feathery appendages.

Thankfully, Elrond stepped in. “We remember, it’s not nice because we like to be in private sometimes and it’s not fair for us to not let other people be too,” he recited shyly. “Um, we just… we know you both meet up a lot like this, and we know it's important… but… um…” His lip trembled; his voice cracked. “Do you... talk about us? Do you not want us to hear because it’s bad? Because we can do better!” He promised quickly, eyes wide and wet. “Elros is getting really good at his music lessons, he’s practicing a lot! And I’m working on my writing lessons every day!”

Something in Maglor’s chest twisted. “Oh, honey, no -”

But his brother beat him to the punch. Striding out from behind the desk, he knelt down in front of Elrond. “Can I hug you?” he asked very quietly.

Elrond bit his lip and nodded. Without another word, Maedhros wrapped him up in his arms.

They stayed like that for a moment, Maedhros’ hulking frame wrapped around Elrond’s body, like a drape of russet locks, leather and rich furs. When his brother finally pulled away, he gave a heavy look to both children.

“We will never give you away because you’re not good enough. Alright? You will always be good enough. Both of you,” he told them. He reached out and covered Elrond’s tiny hand with his own, fingers curling around and intertwining. “And not because you’re caught up on your lessons, or do what we say.”

“Though those are certainly nice,” Maglor added. He flashed them a teasing grin before taking care to soften his expression once more, and laid a gentle hand on Elros’ shoulder. “You will always have our love. And nothing, not even the worst jam spill, or missed harp lesson - don’t think I didn’t notice that last week, dearest - can ever reach in and steal it. It is your’s by blood and birthright.”

“Love you,” Elros sniffled. Elrond echoed him, voice no less wobbly.

Maedhros gifted them with a small smile. “Love you both, starlights.”

“And -” Elros started, hiccuped, and continued. “And same for me too. Nothing can change that! I’ll always love you two.”

Maglor felt a pang of sickly guilt invade his chest and looked away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Maedhros stiffen.

“Me too,” Elrond said, voice suddenly clear. Maglor glanced at him and met a gaze that seemed years ahead of its time; he froze, rooted to the spot. “We’ll always love you no matter what you do.”

“Well -” Maglor started. “That’s…”

“No need to worry about us,” Maedhros recovered quickly, waving his hand. “Now then, it’s nearing bedtime, hm?”

“But wait!” Elros cried. “What were you two talking about then?”

“Yes! We saw Atya going like this,” Elrond clasped his pudgy hands together and shook them. “And his voice sounded all funny, and then he prayed to Eru about Atar paying more attention to Manwe’s t-”

“ALRIGHT!” Maglor yelped, clapping his hands. His face must’ve been steaming, his cheeks were burning, oh stars - “Bedtime!”

“But we want to know why you were saying all those funny things,” Elros complained loudly. His voice slipped into a high pitched whine, dripping with petulance. “Nelyo, Nelyo, give me attentioooon -”

“I do not sound like that!” Maglor gasped, scooping up a giggling Elrond to be carried to bed.

“I do not sound like that!”

Maglor turned around, gaping. That was not Elros’ voice.

Maedhros stared back. His eyes glinted with mirth and the most shit-eating grin curled his lips. In his arms was a starstruck Elros, who looked no less shocked than if the clouds themselves had just burst into song and danced a lively jig. And quite frankly, Maglor would be less surprised.

Maedhros dealt him one last smirk before twirling on his heel and walking out of the room to go deposit one elfling in his bed. Maglor still had the other, who poked his cheek.

“Atya? Are you okay?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Maglor felt a smile grow across his face. His eyes stung with tears. He quickly wiped them with his sleeve before they could fatten and spill over his cheeks and probably make Elrond worry even more.

“Wonderful, dear.” He frowned for a second, considering. “Although I think there is a dreadful amount of mockery in my future.”

He looked down at Elrond. His son merely tilted his round head, offering a blank look. Maglor sighed happily. “But that’s okay.”

XXX

In time, it became clear that there was no need to worry about the looming threat of brotherly teasing paid back in full; Maedhros may have been looser with his laughter, but even this was a rare occasion still. Maglor did not mind, for any time he saw his brother’s eyes alight with anything other than fatal passion was a gift.

The true threat that lurked within Amon Ereb made itself known eventually.

Two weeks later, Maglor was scurrying to meet up with one of the smiths to discuss pending repairs but stopped short in front of a small figure in the courtyard blocking his path.

“Not now, sweetheart, Atya’s very busy,” Maglor told Elrond, harried, ready to flag down someone on the way to attend to whatever his son needed.

And then it happened. Elrond’s face crumpled just so. His eyes widened: big, round, and wet. His lip wobbled. When he opened his mouth, his voice took on a tone so absolutely, horribly pitiful that Maglor half-suspected the echo of Lúthien herself lived in his words.

“Please, Atya,” he begged, every word a death sentence. “Give me attentiooon.”

Oh Eru, Maglor despaired, even as he opened his arms for an evil little elfling to leap into, repairs forgotten. I’ve made a monster.

#this was also my first go at writing more humor #but the hurt/comfort managed to sneak in #kidnap dads #kidnap fam #maedhros #maglor #elrond #elros #my writing #writing prompts #fic #jaz-the-bard

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simpsiren · 3 years

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lee jeno x reader

description. In a small town where everyone knew everyone, it didn’t come as a surprise for my little self to quickly fall in love for the boy I spent my entire childhood with. But after he left the town one night, I refused to head back there. That is until I received an envelope one day that contained a postcard that had a short note along with polaroid pictures

genre. angst, fluff, childhood friends/crush to lovers

word count. 8k~

warnings. nonee

a/n. hihiii I actually thought this idea is pretty cool. I never expected it to be this long but oH wEllS HAHA either way i hope you’ll enjoy since I really enjoyed writing this :D

“What was taking you so long to get here?” I shouted, looking down as I saw a shadow and the rustling sound of the grass, knowing who it was since no one else would be at this side of town.

“Dinner held me back.” The familiar voice rang through my ears as Jeno climbs up the ladder to the rooftop where I waited for him.

He gets comfortable next to me as he placed his hands behind him and leaned back, tilting his head up to face the night sky. We took the time in the comfortable silence to bask in the moonlight, the blank dark sky with only few starts to be seen as the cold breeze touched our skin ever so lightly.

“Don’t lie. They fought again, didn’t they?” I finally spoke up. I brought my knees close to my chest, arms wrapped around my legs as I laid my head on one knee and turned to face him. His side profile looked as good and indulging as always.

“I can never lie to you.” Jeno suspired in defeat, running a hand through his soft and fluffy hair. “I don’t even know how I got caught up in it.” He added on. I frowned and placed my hand beside his head, moving it gently to rest on my shoulder. He leaned against me as I wrapped my arm around him and rubbed the side of it.

“We’ll get out of this town eventually. In a few years time, we’re fleeing this place.” I whispered gently. My hand creeps up his hair, running my fingers through his locks.

I really wished I could stay like this with him forever; being this close to him— having him appreciate my embrace as we admired the atmosphere of the plain boring night. Though my nights were never plain when it was with him. I liked him that much, when I wouldn’t mind doing anything as long as he’s here.

“Keep your promise.” I chuckled lightly, feeling his hands wrapping around me as he snuggles up closer. I felt his breathing against my skin with his touch setting off the usual butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “You know I always do.”

However, I also knew that his touch towards me has always been intentionally platonic. It hurt my heart in a way as I could only wish it meant something more without him knowing my desire towards him.

Silence once again settled in. But it quickly came to an end when Jeno took in a deep breath, the sound of him gulping can be heard. “If I happen to flee first, I promise I’ll find you again.” He suddenly let out. I raised a brow at my friends’s questionable words.

“What do you mean?”

Jeno heaved a sigh. I thought it was a normal sigh at first, but I realised that it had an underlining meaning to it, a probably gloomy one. “Nothing in particular.” He replied in a simple directness. I could tell he didn’t want to explain. I didn’t bother pushing it further. But I still wondered what he meant by that.

And that’s how I spent my nights with the boy I liked— hanging out at the rooftop of an abandoned house till late at night. Sometimes we’d stay there till morning if one of us decided not to go home.

I’d fall deeper for Jeno with every night passing by. I would talk about my late night thoughts and feelings. He’ll listen throughout, regardless of how weird or boring it got. And I did the same for him. I was never not entertained by him. His voice, the little actions he does while he talked, his indulging features. I liked him so much.

We were just reckless teenagers. Free to do whatever while we’re stuck in a tiny town with only each other to entertain and be entertained by. We depended on each other for everything; we only had each other. My relationship with Jeno was nothing but perfect in the most simple and boring way possible. And that’s what I liked most.

That is until one day, he left town without a word of notice. No signs, no announcement— nothing. He didn’t text me at all either, no matter how many times I spammed him with texts and missed calls. It’s like he vanished out of my life. My only friend and crush— gone. Just like that.

It sent me down an emotional roller coaster. Feeling anger, sadness and betrayal all in one go. I’ve been stuck in a loop of my own mixed up feelings for months, unable to get over Jeno.

He didn’t leave a single trace of him, but I knew very well that he had a special place in my heart. One so deep and impactful. I wanted to get rid of this place, but I never can, even after all these years. He probably doesn’t know it. With every step I took around town, everything had something to do with him. I was never able to get him off my mind.

It frustrated me. Everything here had a piece of him, and I was left to pick up each and every one as I ponder about why he left without letting me know. Was I that insignificant all this while that he couldn’t tell me before hand? Did I even mean much to him that he didn’t think about me on the night he left?

And those questions still remain.

“Yo!” I heard the shriek of a familiar voice right behind me as an arm swung around my shoulders. I didn’t bother looking at him as I kept walking forward while he followed closely beside me.

“Yes, Jaemin?” I asked, finally turning my head to meet his face, having his bright and bubbly smile as usual. “Bubble tea date?” Jaemin giggled like a child.

With a slight chuckle, I gave him the same smile and questioned, “Your treat?”

Jaemin rolled his eyes, faking his exasperation. Though he still walked while bouncing on the ball of his feet. “Why bother asking when we both know your cheapskate ass will never pay.” He grumbled.

I gave a light shrug of my shoulders. “True that.” I admitted easily. We headed to the nearby mall and got our bubble teas. Though I wanted to pay him for my drink since I did feel slightly bad, he gave an answer that said, “I mean if you want to.” I would have, but felt like I didn’t moments after.

We made our way back to the dorms. With my dorm and his being on the same floor and only a few dorms down the hall, we decided to go to my dorm.

And that’s when I saw it. The moment I opened the door. The first thing that caught my eye was the envelope on the floor, centimetres away from my foot as I took the first step to enter. Jaemin bumped into me due to my sudden stop of movement that led him to ask, “Why’d you stop?”

I bent down to pick it up in my hand, moving it around as I looked at it from all angles before standing up and showing Jaemin the envelope. He snatched it away from me and inspected it as well.

“Doesn’t have a sender.” He took note, handing it back to me with a shrug. I raised both shoulders before entering my dorm completely, standing aside to let Jaemin in and close the door.

I threw my bag beside where Jaemin put his; beside my study table as he plopped himself onto my bed and allowed his body to sink in the piles of pillows and plushies I had.

Sitting down next to him, I held the envelope up in the air, making Jaemin sit up straight with his legs crossed as leaning in with curiosity. “Open it, open it.” He chanted.

I tore open the seal, taking out whatever’s inside till it’s empty, crumpling up the envelope and throwing it in my small trashcan beside the bed.

“What the heck?” Jaemin and I muttered in unison as we stared at the items in between us on the bed. I tilted my head to the side, lifting up the item that was nearest to me. “A postcard?” I flipped it to the other side, noticing it had a note written on it.

“How are you?” A question that never escaped my mind during my free time. Though I may never get an answer, I wish to see you. But only from afar. I’d be too ashamed to have you in front of me. So, how are you?

As I read out the words on the postcard that was written in a seamlessly beautiful handwriting, Jaemin took the other items in his hands, continuously shuffling from one to another and repeating the process after staring at each one for a few seconds.

“Someone wrote you a note and sent you polaroids?” Jaemin asked, handing the polaroids out for me to take. I took it and gave him the postcard to allow him to look at it as well.

There were three polaroids. All had dates on the blank space under the picture. I didn’t know what the dates would mean. The date they took the picture? Any other significant meaning? I just knew the dates were about a few weeks ago and were days apeart from each other. The pictures were vague, seemingly random. But a closer look got me to realise it. “Whoever sent it must be in Paris.”

Jaemin clicked his tongue, nodding his head. “Weird. Do you know anyone that would send you something like this?” I furrowed my eyebrows and rolled my eyes, lifting the polaroids in the air and waving it around. “I wouldn’t be looking this puzzled if I had known.”

“Maybe it’s your secret admirer.” Jaemin assumed, the side of his lip rising a little as he cocked a brow. I scoffed, squinting my eyes at him with my mouth gaped open. “Yeah, sure.” I said sarcastically.

I rose from my bed, the polaroids in hand and snatching away the postcard from Jaemin. I walked to my study table and opened the small drawer under it, shoving them in and slamming it shut.

“For all I know it could be a stalker. Like hello? Who would know my location?” I went back to my bed, reaching my hand out to take the remote controller on my side table.

Jaemin chuckled. “Seriously? We’re in college. It’s not like they know your house address.” He shook his head and turned his body to face the television as I turned it on and headed to Netflix.

“I don’t know who sent that so I’m not going go give it anymore thought.” I simply stated as I searched for the movie that Jaemin and I planned to watch during our lecture in the afternoon.

After that first encounter with the envelope, a few months have passed. And the idea of it slowly slipped out of my mind completely. I didn’t think I’d be seeing it and having another encounter with it. I thought that has passed me already.

But mostly, I thought it meant nothing.

However, while I stayed up one night to study for a major exam that’s coming in about a week’s time, I heard something sliding on the floor. With my headphones on, I immediately took one side off and looked upwards, wondering where the noise came as my senses peaked.

I then look around the room. And on the floor, there it was. The same blank envelope I saw months ago. I squinted my eyes in awe, streching my body to grab the envelope. I put my pen down, now holding the envelope in my two hands.

It looked the same on the outside. A plain envelope with nothing but my college name written on it. I scratched my head slowly. “I don’t have time for this.” I muttered, thinking about the many other topics I needed to cover.

Either way, my curiosity still surfaced. I opened the envelope. Again I saw a postcard and three polaroids. This time however, the polaroids are showing a different place. Not knowing where it is, I looked at my laptop and searched up cities other than Paris. The last polaroids showed pictures taken in Paris. So maybe whoever took it could be somewhere near there.

As I looked through the different places, I tried to find matches of the pictures in the polaroids and ones on the internet. “Marseille...?” I glanced back and forth from the screen to the polaroids. Yup, it’s definitely Marseille. But why? And who?

I now looked towards the postcard. It had a drawing of buildings that look like the ones in Marseille. I took notice that there was another note. The handwriting looked neat and is definitely from the same person as last time.

You probably have forgotten about the first note I sent. Just to let you know, I’m doing fine. Our memories started to flood in and I couldn’t help myself but to contact you. Even in a way such as this, I’m glad to know that this’ll reach you someday. I hope you’ll remember the times we’ve spent together. You might hate me. I broke our promise afterall. Yet, I hope you’ll remember me like I do you.

My mouth slowly gaped open, my fingers grazing over the words as I read the short paragraph once more. The questions start to fill up my mind.

Our memories? Whoever you are, why can’t you just text me through text? Why are you being so meticulous and mysterious? Do you not want me to remember who you are? How can I remember you when you don’t give me a hint?

The questions almost sent me down a whirpool, one I’d probably won’t be able to escape if I have gone any further. I stopped yourself, opening the drawer where I kept the last postcard and polaroids, throwing them in as I thought about the more way important matter I had to handle, getting my head back in the game after picking my pen up to resume studying.

Though despite being able to complete what I wanted, I ended up staying wide awake, my mind still processing the weird envelope. Slowly, my thoughts went down the memory lane, trying to find what “memories” the sender is trying to make me remember. It was probably three in the morning at this point. I haven’t checked my phone for the time. I’ve probably been in deep thought for quite some time.

“What promise are they talking about...”

Nothing came to my mind as I tried finding answers. My brain could only store that much. My memory capacity is extremely limited now I had picked up such a major. My memories could only go as far back as my second year of college.

I grabbed a random plushie out of frustration, smacking my head with it. “Stop it. Just sleep. This means nothing.” I had to make a firm statement to myself. I can’t let my mind wonder too far over something like this. My life had other priorities. And this is definitely not one of them. Worse yet, something that’s making me lose my sleep.

I eventually fell asleep after shutting my mind away from any more thoughts; related to the envelopes or not.

Exams came and go, though it felt longer for some reason. On the last day of the exams, Jaemin decided that we should head out and explore our city this Christmas. It was a pretty good idea. We’ve been couped up in the dorms for way too long. Christmas break was the only time we were free, other than our midterm break.

The bits of snow fell and the city was bustling with Christmas spirit. Jaemin and I didn’t actually know what to do. But after walking around we found an area near the mall that was like an outdoor arcade. Or perhaps like a smaller version of a theme park.

We played for hours, going to different booths and playing different games. I was the one that had to play most of them since Jaemin can never earn a single prize. We went to many food trucks and indulged ourselves with the delicacy that we missed while being trapped in college.

We decided to head back at around ten, when the ciry began to quiet down and peace began to settle down upon the city. “Oh. I forgot to tell you.” I started off as we walked down the street, making a right turn to the traffic light. Jaemin walks forward a few steps to press the button as he went back to stand beside me. “What?” Jaemin asked.

“I got another envelope before the exams. He was at Maseille at the time.” I blankly replied. Jaemin stopped moving around and turned sharply to face me. I blinked my eyes. “You didn’t bother telling me then?! How could you!” Jaemin shouted out, a frown forming on his lips.

I scrunched my nose, shaking my head as I expected that he would make that kind of reaction. “We had exams? That shit got me up all night just from thinking about it.” I retorted back and began to walk forward across the street Jaemin quickly followed from behind and ended up beside me again.

“You can’t stop thinking about who the sender could be right?” I let out a defeated sigh, nodding my head with a hum. “Has the sender sent another one after that?” I gave a reply that was opposite to the previous one.

“I have a hunch that there’ll be another one today.” Jaemin commented nonchalantly. “A hunch.” I repeated back to myself.

Jaemin hummed in response. I didn’t reply, but rather allowed my mind to head back to the envelope. It’s Christmas Eve. Could the sender actually sent another one because of the occasion? I was bothered by the envelopes at first but now, I felt like I needed them to send me more. So I’ll be able to piece them up and find an answer.

Once we arrived, Jaemin wanted to come over to my dorm. Probably to check if his hunch was correct. And I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Jaemin immediately went down to snatch it from the ground. “I told you!” He announced with glee, the envelope flying around in his hand. “Okay, okay go open.” I urged him. He quickly goes to my bed, taking a seat while I closed the door and plopped down beside him.

He tore it open. The same contents dropped out. “Look at the polaroids.” I told Jaemin while I picked up the postcard. Jaemin tilted his head in confusion, eyes squinting as he tried to make sense of them. “It’s a different place from before, though.” Jaemin muttered.

I flipped the postcard, it was a regular Christmas themed one. I flipped back to where the note was written on the other side.

When the first snowfall fell, I thought of you. Every year the time I spent Christmas with you felt like a dream. We had nothing to do in that confined place, we only had each other to depend on, but the memories you’ve created for me were never lost since then. Even if you yourself have forgotten them, at least they’re still stored in me, waiting for you.

I read it all out. “It has to be someone you’ve been close to. They talk as if you’ve known them forever. Don’t you remember anyone that have you mean this much to them?”

Jaemin waited for me to answer. Though I already knew what to say, I was having second thoughts about it the more I dived deeper in my memories.

“It might have been someone from my childhood? Ugh I don’t know I can’t think of anyone. It’s probably more than five years ago.” I whined out. I slapped my hands on my cheek, cupping my face as I watch Jaemin running a hand through his hair.

“The polaroids looks like it’s been taken in Lyon.” As Jaemin said out his conclusion, I looked through the polaroids. “How’d you know?” I questioned.

“I literally have Architecture Geography as my elective. I have to learn the building styles of so many places. And this building....” Jaemin snatches one polaroid from me after peeking to look at it and showed it to me, pointing at the picture that showed a line of houses. “Is especially unique to Lyon.”

I nodded my let, letting out an “Ah...” while I remembered the fact that Jaemin takes electives on top of our main major.

“So you received three. All a few months apart from each other. And all of them showed a different city in France.” I nodded my head as I repeated each point he made in my head

Suddenly, a random question, or perhaps not, pops up in curiosity. “Do you think the sender will start sending more of them more often?” Jaemin kept silent to give my question some thought.

“They can’t be doing this forever. I mean I get they’re overseas but they’ll soon visit you here maybe.”

I smacked my lips, eyes glazing over the polaroids and postcards. This was the third time I received it. And a year has already passed. Does the sender want me to acknowledge them and find out who they are? Or maybe they’re communicating with me through this so as to be discreet and not want me to find them?

Question after question after question. The two of us sat in silence, Jaemin was probably thinking about this too, seeing how his finger were moving across his lips as he stared down to the items.

“Is there anyone that have you mean this much to them?” The specific question Jaemin asked. My answer would no. A firm no. Other than my family, I can never remember anyone that valued me so much as to go through such extends to keep their identity hidden like this.

My mind went blank. I couldn’t think. The postcard, the note, the polaroids; all served as puzzle pieces that can never be pieced together. The more I thought, the more complicated my answer got.

“Such a damsel in distress.” Jaemin finally spoke up, tilting his head up to look at me with both his brows raised.

“I’m not a damsel.” I stated, shaking my head. Though I let out a weak and defeating sigh, turning my head to the window as I watched the snow of dark night fall.

“But I certainly am in distress.”

On the third month of the new year, Jaemin and I had just finished our mini exam that our major would have every term.

“I’m glad we both did well. But that’s only one fourth of the chapters for this year and I’m already rotting.” Jaemin said, his back slouching as he dragged his feet on the floor while walking beside me.

“Your hair still looks healthy depsite the bleaching and brain deterioration.” I replied. We chuckled as we made our way to the snack bar at our dorm.

When we arrived there, I saw two other students hanging out by the chocolate area, chatting while one bent down and had his eyes scan across the area.

Jaemin wanted to buy his gummy bears and that’s where we went, and it was a few feet away from the two students.

“Which one should I get?” Jaemin bounced on the balls of his feet as he excitedly eyed the many kinds of gummy bears in front of him while tapping my shoulder at a rapid pace.

“I mean I’d choose the peach flavoured one.” I suggested with a shrug.

While Jaemin bent down to look for the peach gummy bears, the two students came into view.

“Wait so he’s coming back?” One of them started talking. “Can you shut the fuck up?” The other whispered, nudging his friends’ shoulder hard and placing a finger to his lips.

“No one is suppose to know.” He muttered.

“Please. No one here even knows him. He’s been away for that long.”

Though the friend tried to keep the conversation at a whisper’s level, clearly the other couldn’t care less, raising his voice back to a normal volume.

“Is he still doing that thing?” I heard the guy who spoke normally asked. The other replied with a sigh, nodding his head reluctantly. “It’s been a year. I honestly think he’s putting her in a weird and energy draining position. Seriously, they’ve been separated for years now, Chenle.”

Just as he was about to speak another word, his head turned to mine and our eyes met. We looked at each other, and he eventually gave a weirded out expression. I broke off the eye contact, embarrassed as I was probably caught eavesdropping their conversation.

Jaemin finally broke the silence. “Okay I’m going to get this peach one as well as strawberry. Oh you’re back.” Jaemin grinned happily. I raised a brow.

“I’ve been standing here all this time.” Jaemin blinked his eyes rapidly in disbelief, laughing and patting my shoulder after. “Seriously? Damn I didn’t even hear you breathe.” He said out of amusement.

I looked around and picked up another random kind of gummy bear. “I’ll just get this.” I said with a soft smile. Jaemim took it from me and headed over to the counter.

Before I could advert my attention back to the two students, they were already outside and walking away with the white plastic bag in hand. They’re conversation really stood out to me for some unknown reason.

Back at the dorm, Jaemin scrolled through Netflix on the television again, trying to find another movie to watch for the week. Absentmindedly, I couldn’t help but keep glancing at the drawer where it conatined all the postcards and polaroids the sender sent me.

And then my mind went back to the conversation the two students had. It’s like the two connected somehow. Like a clear string so thin that it seemed almost invisible. It’s there, but also not. I had a feeling. But I’m not sure what. And I can’t make a statement before I know it’s a hundred percent true.

“What are you thinking about?” Jaemin asked, his eyes still on the screen as he reads the description of a movie he selected. I turned my hard sharply. “Nothing.” I blurted out. “Don’t lie.”

I groaned, placing a hand on my forehead to cover my eyes. “You know those two people at the snack bar just now?”

Jaemin nodded his head. “Music majors.” I clicked my tongue. I kept silent for a moment. “Well I kind of eavesdropped on their conversation. And... something about it felt odd.”

Jaemin chuckled which made me look at him with confusion. “We’ve never encountered them at all, sweetie. We just see them on campus. Nothing more. Why would you think they’d have anything to do with the envelopes?” Jaemin questioned.

I let out a ‘tsk’ as I jerked my head slightly, biting my lower lip as I thought of an answer.

“The envelope thing has been going on for a year. They were talking about someone doing something for a year too. On top of that they said the person and someone else have been separated for so long. Doesn’t it lowkey resemble my situation? That whoever’s sending me this is hinting that I’ve known them for a long time.” I explained, pouring all my thoughts out.

Jaemin took awhile to respond. A minute has passed and he looked to still be deep in thought. But then, the sound of something sliding on floor near the door occured again.

I wasted no time to rush to the door, opening it and peeking my head out, looking left and right. I could’ve sworn I saw a glimpse of a shadow disappearing at far end corner.

“Woah what the heck?!” Jaemin shouts, surprised at my sudden reaction. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.

I thought that if I can’t find the sender, I could find the deliverer. But as unlucky as I am, I missed it. Even if I chased after them, they’d be long gone.

I looked down, seeing the envelope right under the end of my shoe. I picked it up and swirled around to face Jaemin who was looking at me with their a shocked or confused expression. Obviously both.

“Speak of the devil.”

I walked back to my bed and tossed the envelope to Jaemin. Tore it open. Same contents.

“They’re probably at another city again.” I simply stated, picking up the postcard. However this time, the postcard looked different. Different in a way where it didn’t look like it came from the same area or region.

“Oh my God, wait.” I looked up to find Jaemin shuffling through the polaroids so quickly. “It’s in Japan.”

I whispered a soft, “What?” before snatching away the polaroids. And true to his words, the polaroids showed the unique city lit at night at different angles.

Can’t believe I’m here. I’m coming back soon. I really want to see you, but I’m scared of how you’ll react. If you remember now, please wait at our hangout spot. You should know where. One where we wasted our hours away looking at the blank canvas that we used to fill our hopes and dreams with and regret not sleeping the next day. But I never regretted a single night, since I was always with you.

“Wait so they’re right next to Korea right now?” I asked Jaemin once he finished reading the letter. He nodded eagerly. “Yeah but we still don’t know his exact location.”

My eyes narrowed down on Jaemin with a thin line forming in between my brows. “Why’d you think it’s a he?” I gave him a skeptical eye.

Jaemin shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “I’m still betting on the fact that this is your secret admirer.”

“It can be my long lost sister or something?”

I hate to admit it, but the idea of the sender possibly being my secret admirer had a romantic flare to it. My love life was getting boring in college. I never had time to mingle and I eventually closed myself away from love.

“If he’s in Japan, the next envelope would come faster right? By then, like he said in the note, he’ll be in Korea. We can track him down from there.”

Jaemin kept silent for a moment before opening his mouth to choose to continue. “But do you know where the so called hangout spot is?”

I thought long and hard. I kept muttering the description of the hangout place to myself. I couldn’t think of anything.

Not being able to come up with an answer, I went ahead to guess based on the words. And the answer quickly dawned on me.

“Is it someplace where it’s high up? Like a rooftop? It said that we stayed up all night at a blank canvas. That’s probably describing the night sky.”

Jaemin puckered his lips and nodded his head after processing what I just said. “If you can’t remember, why don’t you look at the other postcards? Maybe seeing them all together could help.”

His statement made me rush to my study table. I opened the drawer and dug out all the postcards I’ve received for over a year now. Coming back to the bed, I tossed them down and arranged them by the time I received them.

Quickly scanning my eyes over the words to quick read, I immediately picked up the keywords of each postcard.

“They don’t wish to be seen by me, significant memories, a broken promise, only had each other, confined space, a rooftop.” I laid it all out.

I thought long and hard. I really did. I dug so deep into my memories. I’ve probably been thinking for at least ten minutes. Jaemin didn’t say anything either.

“Anything?” He finally lets out.

“I think I know.”

Jaemin looked at me with eyes full of curiosity. My mouth gaped open slightly as I finally realise the thin string that connected all the dots becoming more visible.

Why didn’t I remember? Well, it’s been years. I couldn’t elaborate after what I said to Jaemin. Sudden waves of feelings crashed over me, over my heart— crashing so hard to let them in. The walls broke down quick. And the memories of him came to life. It flashed over me, like a movie tape being sped up at its maximum.

Everything I felt at the time surfaced in high intensity after being suppressed in my heart for too long. It was too much to handle.

I ended up finding Jaemin holding my arms and shaking me to get me out of trance. I blinked my eye once. Wanting to lift up a hand to touch my face, I realise my cheeks were wet. Very wet.

“Fucking hell what happened to you?! You literally stared at me for like- Forever that your eyes started watering.” Jaemin showed his concern, eyes looking straight at mine while he raised a thumb to my other cheek to wipe off the excess tears.

“I can’t believe this...” I breathed out. I gulped, desperately wanting my feelings to subside so that I can calm down, but also to allow Jaemin calm down as well. He was looking too worried for me and I hated it.

“Lee Jeno.” I croaked out. “Who’s he?”

I took in a deep breath, my hand going up to my head to press against it gently.

“Jeno... My childhood best friend. We lived in a small ass town. I had feelings for him. But he left without telling me one night. I hated him so much for it.”

As I expected, I couldn’t hold it in. The glistening tears wasted no time to well up in my eyes and fall down my cheeks. Jaemin instantly pulled me into his embrace as I cried hard into his chest till part of his shirt got soaked terribly.

Jaemin rubbed my back, not speaking a word as he allowed me to pour it all out on him. “Cry all you want, I’m here for you. Speak only when you want to.” Is what I definitely know Jaemin is saying through his comforting touch.

“I liked him so fucking much. And to have him leave and just magically disappearing out of my life. I hated the fact that he didn’t care to give me a heads up. I suffered so much the night he left. I fucking went haywire and didn’t even function properly for months while I thought about where he could’ve gone.” I spoke, my voice muffled as I dug my face deeper into Jaemin’s chest.

He hummed gently, still keeping silent as he knew I had way more to say than that.

“I don’t know what to do, Nana. I don’t know what to feel. I feel numb. I thought I’d be mad. Well, I am but I just...”

“I get it, love. It’s fine. I don’t understand how you feel. But you don’t have to explain, okay? Don’t tire yourself out.” Jaemin whispered.

“Give yourself time. You’re feeling a lot right now. Don’t think about the envelopes for the time being. It’s too much for you to handle.” He continued.

I pulled myself away from him, using the cuffs of my sweatshirt to wipe my face dry, sniffling as I glanced down on my lap before looking at Jaemin who had the most soft eyes that brought me calmness and peace at this point of time.

“You’re right. I can’t handle it. What a shitshow...” I mumbled at the end. “Now Jeno suddenly wants to come back to me? After what he did? What he put me through?” I shook my head.

Just what am I going to do now?

That night, I couldn’t sleep. And of course, being the most greatest friend, Jaemin slept over in my dorm and stayed awake till I fell asleep. I tried so hard to put myself to sleep because I know Jaemin’s stubborn instinct will insist on staying up till he heard me snore.

But everytime I closed my eyes, I thought of Jeno. The boy I adored for so long, but also the one I resented for so long. What does he look now? How’s his life going? What part of himself changed and what remained? Once again questions circled around and eventually I grew tired, falling asleep at a late hour and feeling regret the next morning as I looked over to see Jaemin sleeping who probably would have to drink a heck ton more coffee than usual (which is already health threatening enough) for him to stay awake for the rest of the day.

It didn’t take long for the next envelope to arrive. In fact, it came way quicker than expected. I wasn’t even sure if I had my feelings under control yet. I felt better. But the envelope arriving at my doorstep didn’t give a chance for me to fight my feelings that I wouldn’t want to experience again for fhe second time.

I’ll give you a month till 5th Sep. I’ll be there at 10pm. And I’ll wait till 12. If I don’t see you then, I’ll take it as you really do hate me and want me gone from your life forever. And if you do come... I’d be over the moon to see your face again. Whatever’s the answer, I’ll respect it wholeheartedly.

The note on the postcard got me sighing and rubbing a hand down my face. I had to make a decision by fifth september. Can I even do that? Is he really doing this again? Does he want me to go through the same emotional roller coaster ride like I did years ago with all these mixed feelings constantly swirling around me while I get pressured?

“Fuck it. He’s putting you through too much. Don’t meet him.” Jaemin slammed his coffee on the table. The action got eyes looking towards our table as the loud slam rang across the coffee shop.

“It’s conflicting, Nana. Part of me can’t face him since I know how much rage I’ll be feeling. But at the same time, I want to see him. I’m curious. And I need answers.” I said, sighing after and covering my face with my hands for a moment before huffing.

“I weighted both options. I know the pros and cons. But if I’m going to be really honest with myself, I would want to see him.”

Jaemin smacked his lips and nodded, his fingers tapping against the drink while he stared out the window and looked at me. “Okay then go. I know you’re scared about the cons and all. But you can’t overthink. Go with your first option and just do it. You really can’t contemplate.” Jaemin read my mind. He was able to get my thoughts so accurately and precisely that it might have scared me a little.

“You know me well, huh?” I let out a weak chuckle. I frowned. “You’re right.” I glanced at my phone, tapping the screen to show my lockscreen to look at the date. “I have eight days left till fifth September.”

“Great. You can take your mind off him till then. You need to fee as lighthearted as possible.”

Jaemin gave me his bright smile. His bubbly nature starting appear and take its place on his expressions and tone.

“I’ll definitely need your help with that.”

Jaemin did everything he could to make me happy and simply carefree. He’d offer to buy me bubble tea after lectures, accompany me wherever I went. He practically stayed over my apartment for the whole eight days.

As the days inched nearer, I ended each night with thinking of Jeno. I know Jaemin’s whole point of being with me was to get my mind off him. But I just couldn’t. Every night I’ll envision how he’d look. Which country did he flee to? What college major is he taking? What about his friends? Sometimes I even wondered if I ran through his mind like he does in mine.

But then, on one night while Jaemin fell asleep on the couch, I couldn’t help but think of the two music majors. The situation they described was awfully similar. It felt too similar. Indirectly it was. And of course, due to my demanding nature, I decided to find them to see if my speculation was correct.

It wasn’t hard for me to find out that they ended lecture at eleven today. Which is three hours before mine. I snuck out of my dorm, leaving Jaemin who’s still sleeping. Walking to the music department, I kept my eyes out for them. It shouldn’t be that hard since it’s about to be eleven and they’d be walking out of class by now.

The students started to scramble out and I instantly concentrated on the crowd, looking for them. One prominent feature that made them stood out was the fact that one of them had bright orange hair. Chenle, if I’m not wrong.

After waiting outside the lecture hall for at least ten minutes. It felt like almost everyone has already left and I started to wonder if I missed them. Luckily I didn’t. When I saw the bright orange hair guy coming out with another person and a lecturer, eventually waving goodbye to him and separating way.

I immediately intercepted, blocking their way. They looked at me with confusion. “Can we help you...?” The brown haired question awkwardly. I cleared my throat. “I actually need to talk to you guys about something. Why don’t we sit down?” I offered as I motioned by hand to the hangout area where there were wooden tables and benches.

The two turned their heads to each other, exchanging unrecognisable looks before walking ahead of me. They sat down side by side while I sat opposite. They looked like they didn’t know what was going on. Obviously, they didn’t.

“Um so basically I wanted to ask...” “Ask away.”

“Do you know of anyone named Lee Jeno?”

Silence ensues. No one answered for a whole minute. One stared blankly on the table while the other looked around as if trying to search for an answer.

“U-Uh no. We don’t. I’m sorry but we’re busy. Haechan let’s go.” The orange haired rose from his seat and held the other’s arm. Just when he was about to get dragged away, I held onto his free arm.“Wait. Please.”

Chenle lets out an inaudible sigh, allowing Haechan and him to slowly sit back down. “What?” “The conversation at the snack bar of our apartment dorm. Who are the two people that’s been apart for a long time?”

Haechan scoffed, cocking up a brow with one side of his lips lifted up. “You eavesdropped on us?”

“I’m sorry but that is not something you should know. We’re leaving.” Chenle insisted. But Haechan placed a hand on his shoulder. “But shouldn’t she know-“ “Know what?” I asked, that slip up of Haechan’s made me confirm that they definitely know Jeno someway.

“Can you fucking shut up?!” Chenle growled at Haechan, groaning. His head immediately shot to me. “You have nothing to do with this. I don’t know why you thought it was you, but we were referring to our lecturer’s personal problems. So please, we have to go.”

With that, they dashed off. I knew from the get go that they lied. They knew Jeno. That gave me some information in a way. Like perhaps they are the ones that’s helping him to send the envelopes. That little information gave me a sense of closure, in the smallest way possible. At least I had an answer to something.

It helped me to push through those days. A small portion of the whole big truth brought me this much strength.

I felt a lot of things while I walked to the town that’s deep in the unknown side of Korea, out of sight from the world. That’s how insignificant the town was.

As I got closer and closer, my heart began to feel heavy. Pounds of weight that contained feelings, reactions, the overthinking— slammed my heart. I could barely hold up.

I lifted up my phone slightly from my side. 11:45PM. I should have gone out earlier but I was having too much fun playing Mario Kart with Jaemin to even realise.

The street there began to look darker and darker as I entered the town. Just barely lit enough for me to see. The houses were very worn out. People still lived here, seeing how the light to the houses on the second floor are bright. But other than that, if all lights were switched off in the town, it would definitely look abandoned. Not a single trace of life to be seen.

I had trouble finding the house. I had to go deeper in to find the ribbon that was tied on the tree beside the house. Remembered it to be bright red. Years have passed and it’s almost nothing now, only strings of it left to hold it together.

I saw the ladder already prompted on the house for me to climb up. Step after step, I tried my best to stay calm. Though on the last step, as I peeked my head over, there he was.

The Jeno I haven’t seen in more than five years. The Jeno I had forgotten despite him giving me the best memories for us to live by. The Jeno that I hates but I now realise I couldn’t as I looked back on our relationship. I loved him. And though he never showed his love back other than platonically, I was still greatful for it.

“Hey.” I heard him say. His voice got way lower than it used to. “Hi.” I breathed out, finally getting on the rooftop as I quickly take a seat next to him. He apparently had lit a candle in front of him.

“You got my envelopes.” He stated.

Not replying, I took the time to look at his face. He certainly outgrown better than I expected. Puberty hit him like a truck. The features that pulled me in are now more prominent and defining, his soft fluffy hair still looked fluffy. Though his hair is now blue. Questionable, but with that face of his, he can pull of anything.

“I’m sorry for leaving you that night.” Jeno said after taking in a deep breath and hugging his knees close to his chest. His eyes kept straight to the front. It looked like he was too afraid to look at me.

“On the last night before you left. What you mumbled to me but couldn’t catch. Was that what you meant?” He nodded, tlting his head down.

“I’m sorry.” Jeno said again, his voice ever so soft and gentle but he could be at the brick of tears by the sound of it.

“I’m sorry for breaking the promise that we’ll leave this shitty town together. For saying that I’m not one to break a promise. Ours was the only one I broke till now. I was scared on making any other promises after you. I know you suffered a lot because of me. And I’m sorry I couldn’t give you an answer at that point of time when you’re most hurt.”

Jeno sniffled, running a hand through his hair. “Not seeing you for years, I kept thinking how I couldn’t be with you on your worst day and your best. We depended on each other so much I thought about how you could even survive without me. But I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

I heard him sob. After he spilled out the last sentence, he broke into tears, hiding his face from me by wrapping his arms around. I didn’t know what to do. I reached a hand out, my finger inches away from his back to give a light rub. I finally placed the hand down, making him tilt his head up and turning to me. Finally our eyes met.

It’s like I was sucked into the swirl pool of his eyes. I drowned in them, fully mesmerised by it. I kept my eyes on him as I feel the nostalgia kicking in.

“You underestimated me.” I said. Jeno chuckled weakly. It sounded way more intense and low now. It made me feel some type of way. “I did.”

“How’d you even come up with the envelopes?”

“I had to find a way to talk to you. I would have searched you up online...” Jeno kept silent for a moment. “But it wouldn’t have been romantic.” He answered plainly.

My forehead creased as my eyes narrowed down at him. Tilting my head slightly, I asked, “Romantic? What do you mean?” I was suddenly intrigued.

Jeno’s lips pursed into a thin line. Both his brows were raised as he glanced sideway before looking at me again. “An excuse would be that I’m a literature major and it’s in my nature to be poetic and old school.” He joked. I let out a sigh, breathing out a soft chuckle.

“But other than that, I liked you. I-I mean I still do. I like you. I have never forgotten you. No matter what you thought. The fact that I didn’t tell you properly that I was leaving hurt my heart so so much. I couldn’t even confess my feelings for you before I left. I love you, _____.”

I froze. Every inch of my muscle prevented me from moving as I say over whatever I heard in my head for the second time. Is what I’m hearing really true? He liked me, when all this time I thought he didn’t.

“We were foolish teenagers. Wild, and free. But my love for you never changed. We were continents apart. And I knew you would have hated my guts and forget me. But I still held on, wishing everyday that I’ll get to meet you.”

Jeno smiled. His eye smile. Now that— that’s something that didn’t change a single bit. He looked exactly the same years ago. I saw the younger self in him and it made me realise how much I missed him. How much I wanted to see him smile like that more. How much I wanted to have nights with him again. I wanted to restart it all.

“I missed you.”

“I hated you, but I miss you.” I leaned in subconsciously, probably too much to the point where our faces were centimetres apart, our lips could have brushed against each other if I made a single move.

“I missed you too.”

I couldn’t tell you how ht my face got. It was burning. My cheeks were definitely flushed red and I didn’t even need a mirror to tell.

Slowly, our lips met. For the first time, I’m kissing my first love. My first love’s lips on mine. It felt as though time froze. The wind stopped blowing. The trees and grass stopped rustling. Silence fell on us. It was almost magical. His lips were extremely soft and felt like it was a perfect fit for mine.

We didn’t move. But rather let out lips sit on each other with our eyes closed. A subtle kiss that meant so much. A kiss that’s storing all the feelings the two of us felt while we were apart.

I opened my eyes, my lips still on his while his eyes were still shut. His eyelashes grew beautifully and his eyelids were smooth and pretty. His skin looked too clean up close for it to be true even.

I felt his hand making its way to my waist. The way he did it made me feel as thought if was something natural for him to do. His hand placed comfortably on my lower back, an action that felt so normal despite it being the first time. And the same went with the kiss.

I was the first to pull back, licking my lips after. His hand was still on my waist, in a way it refusing to let me go.

“You aren’t going anywhere... right?” I asked, uncertainty filling my tone. I had to know. I wanted him to stay. I want him to be with me again. I want to feel his love that only he could give; that only he could have an impact on me.

“I’m staying. I had to turn on my father for this. But I didn’t care. I just want to be with you again.” Jeno whispered.

“Don’t leave me again.”

Silence.

“That kiss is a promise. Like a true love’s kiss. And the world is going to give no cure to it, so that I’ll be with you by your side till the end.”

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