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wollymalfoy · 4 years

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Protective Dad

George Weasley x reader

Description: Sirius Black doesn’t allow his daughter to sleep in the same bed as her boyfriend. But of course she doesn’t listen.

Writers note: I thought Of this idea and had to write it. it’s currently 1am and I wrote this while very tired so excuse me if this is bad.

After you spent the first half of your summer proving your fathers innocence you was finally a family again. You, your dad and mum could live at Grimmauld Place with your father not fearing he’d get shut back in Azkaban. You had spent your last weeks of Hogwarts and the few weeks of summer researching and going to hearings. Ever since you was little you knew your father, Sirius Black was innocent and as soon as he contacted you in your third year and told you everything you knew that your years of defending him weren’t a waste. That day was one of the happiest days of your life.

You sat under a tree beside the lake when you saw a big black dog in the corner of your eye. You turned and furrowed your eyebrows. whats a dog doing here you thought. The dog came closer and nudged at you arm, ‘hello doggie’ you smiled petting him. The dog pulled at the sleeve of you robe, ‘What is it?’ You questioned the dog. The dog continued to pull so you decided to get up. The dog then let go and ran towards the forest he turned to see if you was following. You hesitated but chased after him. You ran deep into the forest after the stray dog, feeling awfully stupid for following a dog into such a dangerous place. Once you where deep into the forest the dog stopped and stared at you. You watched it transform into the man you had seen on many pictures in your house. Your father. ‘Dad!’ You said and jumped into his arms, he hugged you tightly. ‘I’ve missed you so much, Y/N/N.’

Now that your summer had finally and truly begun you decided to get your boyfriend to stay over for a few nights. George had already met your dad, he’d dragged George and you Into the Forrest in his animagi disguise to introduce himself to your new (and first) boyfriend. You thought this was a bad idea but George took it surprisingly well. ‘George good to see you again’ said your father hugging the handsome redhead. Your mother did the same and kissed him on the cheek. ‘Dinner should be ready soon, just leave your trunk in the hall for now, dear’ your mother said. ‘Thank you for letting me stay for a few nights, Mr and Mrs Black’ George smiles as he sat down next to you. ‘Please, call me Morwenna’ your mother smiled. You all spoke of school and quidditch as you ate your food. ‘I can help you take your trunk to my room in a second’ you said smiling at your boyfriend. ‘Nope, not your room’ your dad said taking a sip of his drink, ‘he’s not sleeping In your room.’ ‘Why not?’ You said furrowing you’re eyebrows. ‘Because I said’ he said. ‘Mum please’ you wined. ‘If your father says no then no Y/N’ she said lightly. ‘Pleaseee’ you frowned at your dad. He shook his head at you. You stropped back into your chair to show your annoyance and saw George smirk at you. You loved it when he smirked, he looked so hot. You loved everything about George. He was also the only person that believed you when you said your father was innocent. After the meal was done you and George gave each other a good nights kiss and parted into your separate rooms.

You couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned in bed trying to find a comfortable spot. You just wanted George to lay with you. You’d be able to hear and feel his breath upon your skin as your limbs tangled with each other. You had no idea why your dad didn’t allow him to sleep in the same room as you. But when did Y/N Black ever listen to rules, you where your fathers daughter after all. You slipped the covers off and opened the creaky door slowly so that it made as little noise as possible. Tiptoeing across the landing you came face to face with Kreacher. His dark figure almost gave you a heart attack, ‘mistress Y/N-‘ he said as he bowed to you. You cut him off by shushing him, ‘goodnight Kreacher’ you said as you opened George’s door. You heard Kreacher mutter goodnight and a few other words as you shut the door behind you. You turned and jumped as you saw George sat upright staring at you. ‘You scared the life out of me’ you whispered sitting on the bed. ‘Sorry, love’ he said kissing your lips, ‘what are you doing here?’ ‘To cuddle you of course’ you said as you pushed the boy down. You wriggled under the cover and into his side. ‘I was just thinking about how you used to chace me and Fred around the castle’ he said amused. You laughed at this and snuggled your nose into his neck and thought about the many times you’d chased the redheads around the castle throwing spells at them as revenge from their pranks. The twins liked to prank you a lot, mostly from the reaction they got from you but also because of George’s huge crush on you. ‘Remember the time you threw a pie in my face?’ You said giggling. ‘How could I forget, we got the whole hall having a food fight’ he laughed, ‘The 2 weeks detention with snape was horrible though.’ ‘Well you did throw an apple at his head, he had a huge bruise’ you couldn’t contain your laughter as you thought back to snape with a huge egg sized bruise on his forehead.

You couldn’t even remember falling asleep but you opened your eyes to see your handsome boyfriend cuddle into your chest. You closed your eyes again to fall back asleep when you heard the door creak open. ‘I told you she wouldn’t listen’ you mother whispered. ‘I have an idea’ your father said running down the stairs. After a few minutes he entered the room banging two pans together. The noise making you cup your ears to minimise the loud sound. The noise had also woke George and he too was shielding his ears. ‘Good morning!’ Your father yelled still banging the pans together. ‘Sirius!’ Your mother yelled and your father looked at her and stopped the banging. ‘What are you doing?’ You wines covering your head with the covers. ‘Saying good morning’ he said taking the covers off your head, ‘you’re not supposed to be in hereee’ he said tickling you. ‘But it’s so unfairrr’ you said through giggles. George watched with a smile as you laughed uncontrollably. ‘No more sleeping with George’ he said walking out the room. ‘He’s crazy’ you laughed looking at George. ‘I think he’s brilliant’ George said kissing you. You cupped his face as he lay you down. Your lips moving together, fitting together like a puzzle piece. Knock knock. ‘I want you out of the room in 10 seconds or the pans come out again’ you heard a muffled voice from outside the door. You groaned and gave George a final kiss before opening the door to go get dressed.

Thanks for reading! :)

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playitaagain · 4 years

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Comfort || Mayward

I just wanted to write this so have some soft, fluffy college jjpope

Pope is tired.

It’s like all his professors called each other up and decided it would be a great idea to have a big paper or a test all in the same week. It didn’t help that one of his coworkers called out sick and he wanted the extra money so he volunteered to take the shift. This normally wouldn’t be a problem because his library job usually comes with a lot of down time to do work, but this week everyone needed some book or another for their assignments and Pope got disturbed so much it wasn’t even worth trying to work on his paper.

It’s how he ends up in the library on his own time till 1am writing up his research report. It isn’t his best work, but he collapses in his room and decides he can read it the next day before he turns it in.

The problem is that he wakes up in the morning to the sound of his roommate entering the room after his morning class. “Dude, your alarm is going off like crazy,” he comments and Pope shoots up in bed, scrambling around to find his alarm.

It’s been going off for an hour and a half.

“Shit!” Pope doesn’t even acknowledge his roommate as he grabs his backpack and hurries out the door. He thankfully isn’t late for class, but his paper is currently sitting unedited without time to do so in the near future.

The three morning classes are long. Pope nearly falls asleep in the last but his eyes fly open when his head falls out of his hand, sinking in his chair when he realizes he caught some of his classmates' attention. It’s luckily near the end of the class and with a reminder of his test in two days, he’s hurrying out of the room and to the library.

The paper isn’t as good as he’d like but the professor is an asshole who decided it’s due at 5 pm and not midnight like any normal one so he hits send without feeling one hundred percent confident and hopes for the best.

It’s time to study for his test now.

He trudged back to his room around 6, grabbing a quick dinner on the way. He would normally study in the library, but his eyes are straining from the light and the textbook was starting to blur. The food was a good break and he knows a change in scenery will help his studying.

Pope doesn’t expect the blond on the other side of his door when he opens it.

“Surprise!” JJ smiles, throwing his arms out. He looks so happy, blue eyes squinting with his wide smile and hair falling into his face. The smile falls when he looks at Pope though, quickly reaching forward to rest a hand on Pope’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Pope only lets his shock sit for a moment before he is wrapping his arms around JJ’s middle, head resting on his shoulder and nose pressing into his neck. Pope sucks in a deep breath, lets his eyes slip closed as JJ’s arms instantly wrap around him, holds him close.

“Pope, are you okay?”

“I’m just tired,” Pope mumbles, thinking about his test in two days, the paper that is due two days after that, his next work shirt tomorrow and the day after. It has him holding JJ tighter, shifting closer so they’re pressed together from head to toe. “I have so much to do.” JJ holds him tighter, presses his lips to Pope’s forehead. It’s at that moment Pope realizes JJ is actually here, that JJ is visiting him and Pope was barely going to be able to hang out. “Did I know you were coming?” Did he forget? Is he a horrible boyfriend?

“No!” JJ seems to understand his worry as he pulls away just enough to look into Pope’s eyes. “I wanted to surprise you.” JJ searches his face for a moment, shifts so he can brush his fingers against Pope’s cheek, fingers resting along his jaw and thumb brushing back and forth. “I should have checked in first.”

Pope melts at the words because JJ just wanted to surprise him. “I’m not going to be able to hang out much,” Pope frowns, leans into the touch.

“I’m pretty sure your work has an extra chair.,” JJ smiles, leans over to press his lips to Pope’s in a gentle kiss. Pope sighs, lets his own fingers dance across JJ’s cheek. It’s been way too long. He hates that he has to pull away.

“I have to study,” Pope tries, but JJ shakes his head, holds him tighter.

“I think you need a break.” There is no innuendo in his words, no hints at a reunion that Pope is sure JJ was hoping for. The words are simply coated with concern as JJ watches him closely. He doesn’t know why but it’s then Pope realizes he hadn’t brushed his teeth this morning. There is a good chance he really does need a break.

“I didn’t brush my teeth this morning.”

JJ barks out a laugh, eyes bright as his hands dance across Pope’s bottom lip. “I could tell,” JJ teases. Pope rolls his eyes, gives the other a shove as he goes to rummage around for his tooth brush.

He comes back to the room with his pajamas on the bed and JJ leaning against the headboard, curled up in Pope’s second pair of pajamas. Pope doesn’t even argue as he changes, smiling when JJ pulls the sheets back so Pope can slip in next to him.

It’s a tight fit on the twin size bed but Pope curls up next to him, rests his head on JJ’s chest and listens to the steady beat of his heart. JJ presses a kiss to his head, wraps his arm around Pope so his fingers can brush up and down his arm as it lulls him to sleep.

“I love you,” is the last thing Pope hears as he drifts off.

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shibereshu · 4 years

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May I request what late nights with Jun from a.c.e. would be like?❤️

we decided to make it a late night with jun instead of late nights in general ! because we thought it’d be easier to write and come up with ideas and at the same time it’d give a general feel of what spending nights with jun would be like ! we hope you like this!

the night officially started with you making dinner together

it was different each time, but this time it was making a homemade pizza together with your favorite ingredients

it was already kind of late, around 11pm or so

and like everytime you two cooked together, it had its fun little moments, like jun opening the bag of flour with too much force and some of it flying on his face

and then him blowing the flour away to make it get on your face too when you laughed at him

or when one of you added too much of one single ingredient

and then got too distracted while the pizza was in the oven and it got a little too roasted around the edges, but nothing too bad

then you ate dinner on a table placed right next to the window so you guys could look out and admire the view of the city decorated with christmas lights

while doing so, you mentioned how many stars could be seen even with all the lights of the city

and so you decided to go do some stargazing at the rooftop of the building after you were done with dinner!

you got bundled up with one of jun’s hoodies over your own clothes and he grabbed quite a few blankets

once you were there, you two sat down on the floor and Jun wrapped both of you with all three blankets he had brought with him

both of you pointed at certain constellations you could recognise, and sometimes jun would make you laugh by saying cheesy things in purpose

like “those stars don’t compare to the ones shining in your eyes, baby”

you laughed loudly and hit his arm softly

“i cringed a lot too, you know” jun said

“then why do you say it!” you responded, both of you laughing again

with your eyes focused on the stars above, you both would lose track of time and by the time you went back inside your house it’d already be almost 1am

but both of you still have quite a big of energy left, so the night wouldn’t be over just yet!

so both of you agreed on the great idea of playing a horror game together, turning off all the lights in the house and raising the volume of his computer when he opened the game

“i don’t know if this is a good idea” jun said once everything was ready and you two were staring at the main screen of the game

“it’s probably not” jun looked at you, and then after staring at each other for a second you both chuckled

“but it’s gonna be funny if we get scared” you nodded at him and finally pressed start in the game

needless to say, when you weren’t even halfway through the game, you both turned the lights on and lowered the volume

and that was followed 10 minutes later by you two deciding to close the game (without even saving because you were sure you would never want to continue playing that)

“uninstall the game” you told Jun, but he just turned the computer off

“we’ll deal with that tomorrow, i don’t want to do anything related to that monstrosity not even if it’s uninstalling it” he replied, and you wanted to laugh but, still scarred by the game, no sound came out

you two sat on his bed in his room and hugged each other in search of protection from the horrible things that had haunted you two during the game (even though deep inside you were completely aware they weren’t real)

and thought of possible things you could do to spend time, as well as energy so you guys would get tired enough to finally fall asleep

tired enough so that not even the fear from the game would keep you up

and you gasped when an idea came to your mind, taking out your phone and unlocking it before opening your browser and searching “yoga challenge”

“what” jun said as he peeked over your phone screen and saw what you were searching, raising his eyebrows in curiosity as he looked at you and lowkey judged you “WAIT HOW CAN SOMEONE DO THAT-” he suddenly exclaimed at a certain picture of an apparently very-complicated posture

“THAT’S WHAT WE NEED TO FIND OUT” you exclaimed in return and jun quickly tried to imitate the position, failing instantly and loosing balance which made him fall on the bed and then bounce off it

after 5 minutes, you were still laughing and jun was still laying on the floor, not being able to move breathless from also laughing at himself too much

once you two calmed down, you went back to trying other less-complicated postures and at one point even tried to take it more seriously and try to relax

but it was pretty much impossible because everytime you made eye contact one of you would smile holding in a laugh or straight up let out a giggle, which broke down the whole atmosphere

finally, when you got tired of it and couldn’t find anymore pictures with interesting poses that you wanted to imitate, you two finally laid in the bed

jun placed the covers over the both of you, making sure you tuck both of you perfectly so that you wouldn’t be cold, and then added to the warmth by pressing his body against yours and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you in place

“so, are we going to sleep?” you asked, and jun shrugged, which you couldn’t see in the dark but you felt his movement

the fact that it was so dark kept a little something in the back of your mind reminding you of the game you two had played before and of how dangerous the lack of light could be, but you hoped that ignoring the thought would make it disappear

and jun was probably feeling the same way, and to try and not think about anything remotely scary that could happen to any of you in this vulnerable state of being sleepy, unprotected and in the dark, he decided to distract his mind by talking about something else

“let’s play a questions game”

“okay”

“you go first” he said, and you hummed as you thought of a question

“why do potatoes soften and eggs harden when added to boiling water?”

“y/n this is not what i meant i already can’t sleep why would you ask that-”

you two fell into a deep silence, interrupted by jun taking one of his arms away from you to grab his phone from his nightstand, the brightness of its screen after being turned on slightly irritating your eyes for a second

“eggs contain mostly protein in liquid form” jun started reading “and when heated, the protein’s structure changes, becoming more solid. and for potatoes-”

“jun no”

“okay. then i got another question. can you cry underwater?”

“yes!” you said

“no! you’re under water!”

“you can if you’re in a submarine”

you could see jun looking at you surprised after your answer, and you just gave him a smirk

“you’re right…” he said, still surprised because he hadn’t thought of that, and you laughed

after that, you grabbed his phone and turned it off, putting it on the nightstand next to your side of the bed this time so it wouldn’t be able to stop you guys from finally falling asleep.

“good night, junhee” you whispered, leaning forward slowly to not accidentally headbump him and searching for his lips to give him a goodnight kiss

jun moved his hands to cup your cheeks and then pressed his soft lips on yours for a little over a second, then wrapped his arms around your waist again

“good night” he said, a smile evident in his voice.

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danganronpa-tng · 4 years

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Chapter 5 - The Trial Of Kamron Naegi

*Trigger Warning; brief mention of hanging later in the trial. Read at your own discretion*

- - -

Kamron was found collapsed out in the hallway of the dormitory corridor. He had a couple of bruises on barely visible areas, such ad his stomach or legs. His sunglasses were missing. Due to the fact four people encountered the body at the same time, one out of the four could still be a suspect, hkwever this is not certain.

Cause of death was blood loss. He was found with his right hand severed, laying several feet away from him. The weapon used to sever the hand is unknown, but the cut makes it look like a sharp blade. There were clear signs of a struggle, including blood splatters in the middle of the hallway. It seems he was propped up against the wall rather than collapsing against it.

The victim was killed at approximately 1PM. He was discovered at approximately 9AM that day.

- - -

“So, he died at 1AM?”

“Yep... anything on your mind, Sara?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing really. I just find it odd he was still fully clothed at 1AM, that’s all. Well, bar his sunglasses, but you know.”

“That’s true, actually... thanks, Sara!”

“Anytime! Good luck.”

- - -

“I-I can’t believe this... Kamron... as s-soon as I learn we’re related...”

“Hey, hey Kass... it’s gonna be OK. We’re gonna find his killer, no matter what! Ok?”

“Yeah... yeah, I know you can. We all can. I just can’t let this slide. Someone’s- someone’s gonna pay!”

“Right.”

- - -

“Greetings, Hayden.”

“Oh, Katelyn! You ok? You look panicked.”

She’s smoothing out her clothes and panting.

“No, not panicked per say... more so, kind of nervous. I was chatting to Aspen last night, and we talked about how we were sure nobody else would be killed from now on... I suppose we were wrong.”

“Oh...”

“Anyways, I did my usual check to the weapons room, as I tend to do.”

“And?”

“I, surprisingly didn't see anything out of place. Nobody had moved anything since the masquerade.”

“Really? That’s odd... anyways, thanks Katelyn.”

“Anytime. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

- - -

“M-morning, Aeja...”

“Hello, Hayden. Apologies for my message earlier, please disregard it.”

“Huh? I mean, we can still talk if you want-”

“No, it’s quite alright. Now, what did you come over here for?”

“Ah, well, I just wanted to see what evidence you had.”

“Is that it? Hm. Well then, all I’ve found so far isn’t properly solid evidence, but I noticed that almost everyone came out of their room in their pyjamas, as you can see. However, three people didn’t. Aspen, Katelyn and Estrella. Not proper evidence.”

“Well, it’s still worth noting! Thanks, Aeja.”

“You’re welcome. Now, please leave me be. I’m thinking.”

“Ah. Ok.”

- - -

“Estrella-?”

“Hm? Hmm? Is that a voice? No, must have been the wind.”

“Estrella-”

“Oh, there it is again! It sure is drafty in here.”

“Estrella please, I just wanna talk about evi-”

“Ugh, a leader as supreme as me shouldn't be putting up with a cold room. I’ll be taking my leave now.”

“Wait-! Aaaaaaaand she’s gone.”

- - -

“Hm? Vera? Oh, you can write it down. Cool.”

Yes. Well, I was just wondering, has anyone checked the kitchen to see if all the knives are still there? It might be a worthy idea.

“Oh, no actually! I didn’t even think of that. Thanks, Vera!”

- - -

The Trial

- - -

“So, does anyone have a solid alibi?”

“For 1AM?”

“Ah... fair point. So let me rephrase that; was anybody in someone else’s dorm last night? As in, sleeping over?”

Yes, I was staying in Sara’s room last night.

“Ah, ok! So, we can pretty safely assume those two are clear then.”

“Nice! Thanks, Vera!”

“Was anyone else with another person? For any amount of time?”

I looked over at Estrella and Aeja. They were looking anywhere but at each other, avoiding eye contact like it was the Black Plague. I pitied the two. I debated whether or not I should admit I saw them. But before I could, the conversation topic changed.

- - -

“So, I don’t suppose anyone checked the weaponry room, did they?”

“Yes, I did, in fact.”

“Oh! See anything, Katelyn?”

“No, actually. Nothing was out of place, so it seems nothing has moved since our last investigation.”

“Oh, that’s odd...”

“...hey, Vera? Didn't you say you thought about checking the kitchen?”

She nods.

“Did you get a chance to?”

She nodded again, starting to write. I suppose writing is easier then having everything translated.

Yes. One knife was in the rack still, but bloodied, so we can assume a kitchen knife is what severed his hand. And I also noticed a glass while I was there, one that still had ice in it. Which means...

“Someone only put it back this morning?”

She nods.

- - -

“Estrella, you’ve been pretty quiet.”

“Hm? Oh, sorry. I just didn’t feel like wasting my breath on you.”

“Wow, rude.”

“Really? Quite honestly Sara, I hadn’t cared to notice.”

“What’s up with you? You’ve been in a pretty good mood since the whole-”

“Yeah, well, things change, People change. Or rather, they don’t. See, I was trying to be a but nicer, but after a certain incident I realised that- well, who am I kidding? I’ve built this role for myself, and I’m never gonna be able to shake it off, so might as well live up to it.”

She folds her arms.

“I’m the evil leader that’s only here to confuse and irritate people. I’m the walking embodiment of a bad joke! So, if you plan on figuring out who stabbed Spy Kid over there, I suggest you shut the fuck up and keep going with the trial.”

Sara just looked away, slightly disheartened.

“I thought we’d become friends now... Aren’t we friends?”

“Do you really want to be friends with someone like me?”

- - -

“Well, let’s get back to alibis, since we don’t have much to go off. Where was everyone? Alone, or with someone else?”

“I- like I said earlier, I was with Vera.”

“Right. Karma?”

“I was alone. I stayed up a bit late though, so I only woke up when the body announcement went off.”

“Ok. Kassidy?”

“I-I said goodbye to Kamron and then went back to my room... I went asleep pretty quickly.”

“Alright. Katelyn?”

“Unlike almost everyone here, I have an alibi. I stayed in Aspen’s room last night, then went back to mine and got changed. I was up before the announcement, so-”

“Wait a sec.”

“Hm? Something wrong, Aspen?”

“Katelyn... you never came to my room last night.”

- - -

“Katelyn..? Care to defend yourself?”

“Wh- oh, shut up, copycat. Have you not even considered your dear girlfriend over there? You should have seen her face when we saw the body! She didn’t even look surprised, she looked like she already knew! She-”

“That’s because I did.”

“...what?”

“Estrella, what do you mean by-?”

“Isn't it obvious, Mr No Talent? I saw the murder happen. I was on my way back to my room when I heard a fight, so I went to check it out, and... well, I simply decided to not give him a hand, haha!”

“Really?! You're serious?”

“Most likely.”

“Well, who did it?”

“I thought that was obvious, too. I decided not to tell you because I’m pissed off! I’m a petty bitch, as you know, and as such I decided to let this play out.”

“Estrella, stop being childish-”

“DON’T talk to me about childish, Aeja! I’m not the one who tried to hang them self when they got scared!”

The room fell horribly silent. Aeja looked away, and Estrella reached up to her own cheek, where her cut was. Something started to click into place.

“Wait, Aeja tried to-”

“Fine then, Estrella. If you're going to be like that, shut up and dont disrupt this trial. This isn't about our business, it’s about finding Kamron’s killer. So, now that we’re back on topic and abandoning that last conversation... Katelyn? Aspen?”

Aspen looked at Katelyn, who didn’t meet his eyes.

“K-Katelyn? Kate? Please, please tell me you just got mixed up. You got mixed up, right? Yeah. Yeah!”

“...Aspen.”

“...no. No, no, no, please don’t say it.”

- - -

“Why? Why did you do it, Katelyn?”

“I- Hayden. You have to understand, I hold my parents in... very high regard. He was insulting them, insulting me! I-I couldn’t just let that stand. I got mad, so I- I got a knife from the kitchen and went back, just to threaten him! I never planned on actually hurting him... but I guess he panicked, and he lunged at me. So I panicked, and- I accidentally-”

“...chopped his hand off.”

“...If I could go back in time, I would change what I did. But, it’s in the past now. I... this shouldn't have happened, I know.”

“...you can’t be serious, right Katelyn? Right?! It was Estrella. Yeah, it was! You’re just covering for her because- because- you don't wanna watch the same execution again!”

“...no.”

“...this doesn’t compute. There’s something wrong here, right? RIGHT?!”

- - -

“Well, Hayden, I do not wish to put up a fight. Care to unravel this case?”

That quickly? Hm...

“Ok. This- *sigh*.”

This all starts... Last night, I believe. The killer was out in the corridor with Kamron, with whom they hadn't interacted, until the killer made some off-handed comment about their parents, which caught Kamron’s attention. He started talking about the parents of the other participants, including the killer’s. They seemed to have a particular distaste for their parents, particularly their deceased father, for reasons unknown, as they started to slander them, insulting them and the killer. The killer, enraged by this, leaves Kamron there and goes to the kitchen. They grab a knife, which they must have thought was blunt, to threaten him. However, when they got there, Kamron saw the weapon in their hand and panicked. They tried to lunge for the killer, but was swiftly cut off- literally- as the killer also panics and swings the knife with unusual force. This blow, to their dismay, manages to cut off Kamron’s hand. He stumbles backwards and collapsed, bleeding out. The killer, panicking, returns to their room. They stash the weapon and go straight to bed, trying to act natural.

They wake up slightly earlier than everyone else to hide the evidence. They wake up a bit too late though, and don't have as much time as they thought to clean the weapon. They simply slip it back into the knife rack and grab a quick drink, before heading back to their room. Five minutes later, they hear me scream and run outside, ‘finding’ the body along with me and two others.

That’s what happened, and our killer is...

Katelyn Momota, the Ultimate Psychiatrist!

“...it sounds so horrible when it’s repeated back to me. But, I must face the facts. I’m-”

- - -

*mumbling*

“Aspen? Did you say somethi-”

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“ ! ”

“I told you not to get mad! I told you not to hurt anyone, and look what you did! You’ve... you’ve gone and killed someone, and now I’m going to lose you. I’m gonna lose you, Katelyn!”

“Aspen... Aspen, no. You can’t be upset over me, ok? I’m a killer now. I’m a bad person here.”

“No you’re not! I don’t care what you’ve done, you’re still special to me! I-I can’t lose you! Please don’t go... please...”

Aspen was doubled over on himself, and... I think he was crying oil?

“I didn’t know the robot could cry-”

“Shut up, Estrella.”

Katelyn looked genuinely confused and concerned. She shook her head.

“No, you... you’re not supposed to be upset over me. You... you shouldn’t be upset over me. You can’t.”

Aspen and Katelyn finally locked eyes. Neither said anything for a moment. Eventually, Katelyn sighed.

“I... I know there is no escaping my fate. But... I wish to do one more thing before I am killed. Monokuma, may I? I will make no attempt to escape.”

Monokuma shrugged.

“Sure, knock yourself out. ...wait, what are you doing?”

And suddenly, Katelyn was running. Not to the exit, not to Aspen, but to...

“...Eh-?! GAH-!”

Katelyn was on her knees either side of a now toppled over Estrella, with her hands around Estrella’s neck. Estrella was grabbing at Katelyn’s Arms, trying to free herself. She was being strangled.

“You BITCH! I should have wasted my damn murder on you!”

“KATELYN!”

“ESTRELLA!”

Two people ran over; Aspen and Aeja. Aeja reached them first, full on jumping at Katelyn and pushing her off Estrella. Aspen helped Estrella sit up, the girl in question being purple in the face and gasping for air. Aeja had Katelyn pinned by her wrists.

“Hah... hah...”

Estrella looked over at the girls, panting. She looked between them, and I couldn't tell which person confused her more. She nodded at Aspen, trying to stand herself up.

“Katelyn... the fuck?!”

“You... you know what you did to me, you bitch!”

After a moment, Estrella took a deep breath and grinned, placing her arms behind her head.

“Of course I do! And I don’t regret it either, you know. I’m glad I did!”

Katelyn literally growled, and suddenly she shoved Aeja off her, standing up. Estrella jumped a bit, backing up. Aeja looked at Monokuma.

“Monokuma- MONOKUMA!”

Even Monokuma looked surprised at the whole outburst, but he quickly resumed normal behaviour.

“I have a very special punishment for Katelyn Momota, Ultimate Psychiatr- SHIT-!”

With Katelyn quickly approaching Aspen, Monokuma slammed his hammer down on his button.

“Wait- Katelyn!”

#Danganronpa TNG #Katelyn Momota #TNG Spoilers #Trial

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Blood Candy: Chapter 5

The night was worse than expected.

I had gotten started on the essay at around 5pm.

It was now nearly 1am.

I had to reread many sections of Dracula in order to finish my notes, and planning took forever. I still had to write the second half of the essay, but I found myself with not even enough energy to do that.

To make matters worse, school would be canceled on Friday due to an expected hurricane. Because of this, the essay was now due tomorrow--or today, rather.

Why not just make the essay due on Monday? I thought furiously. We did spend quite some time going over the book in class, but in all honesty, I had dozed off through many of the discussions. Even for a book about vampires, everything about this unit was boring.

I could barely keep my eyes away as I stared at the computer screen.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp and forceful *click* as my door slowly creaked open.

My door, in case you forgot, had been locked.

I turned around.

I just wanna go to sleep…

There was Seb, peering through the crack in the doorway.

“Seb…” I said drowsily, “It’s 1am. Please, go to bed. I’m so tired.”

Seb closed the door back. I tried locking it again…but for some reason the door still opened.

Of course he broke the lock… I thought bitterly. But how did he get that strength…? Aren’t sick people normally supposed to be weak from their illness?

I gave up and collapsed on my bed, throwing my covers on top of me lazily. I decided that I had a valid enough excuse to not have my essay done, praying that my English teacher would come through with an extension…

…and that Seb felt better by morning.

By 3am, I was woken up by heavy breathing and tingling sensation on my wrist. I woke up to find Seb—again—right next to me in bed, focusing on my wrist and caressing the area where my veins were. I woke up with a start, banging my head against the wall beside my bed.

“OW!” I cried. “Seb! What are you—“ I pulled my arm away, but Seb held on tight to my wrist. His breathing had only gotten faster, heavier and more labored, and he stared at me with wide, focused, and…red…eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness. A ravenous smile crept across his face as he suddenly pulled out the small knife that was in his other hand, still grabbing my arm with his other hand. His rapid and heavy breathing had turned into manic giggling as I just barely managed to pull my arm away, cutting my finger on the knife Seb wielded. Immediately, Seb’s attention switched to the blood on his knife—my blood—as he tasted it.

You read that correctly. My best friend had just tasted my blood.

“You…freak…” I muttered. Seb turned to me suddenly, and I burst out of the room and down the dark hallway, desperately fumbling my way through the darkness.

I turned around as I ran down the hallway, and noticed that Seb had disappeared. I took this opportunity to hide in the closet in my living room, pushing past all of the coats, jeans, and reserved Halloween costumes and hiding in the corner of the closet. I reached over to the door desperately and closed it back as quietly as I could.

Unfortunately, my closet doors were incredibly creaky.

My heart rate increased almost exponentially as I heard distant footsteps growing closer.

He’s gonna check the closet he’s gonna check the closet he’s gonna check the closet-

Of course he will. He’s seen movies.

Thoughts and questions started spinning through my head endlessly. How did this happen? Why is he doing this? Did I do something wrong?

Seb’s footsteps started to fade off a bit. I checked my pocket for my phone—

Nothing.

Dammit.

I listened out for Seb’s footsteps, slowly cracking the closet door open just wide enough so I could easily sneak out. As the closet door creaked open, the footsteps stopped.

He knows he knows he knows he knows-

I crawled quickly behind a nearby couch, right before I saw Seb turn around, knife still in hand. He walked toward the closet, swinging it open as he raised his knife. He walked away defeatedly, leaving the doors open. I stayed behind the couch, trying to still my breathing. Suddenly, Seb appeared right beside me—but he wasn’t looking at me. He hadn’t even seen me. He just walked right beside the couch, continuing his search elsewhere.

Did he know I was here…?

Even if he was toying with me, I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip. As soon as he was out of sight, I bolted back into my room to grab my phone, then into the guest room—where Seb often stayed for the night whenever he came over—and hid in the closet there instead. I pondered who to call first—my mom or the police. Then again, my mom was away from the house, so it would probably be safer to text her and call the cops to come to my house. That being said, it would also probably be faster if I just called them immediately, if only by a minute or so. Anything can happen in a minute.

Unfortunately, the police in my area didn’t have a text-to-911 system, so if I was going to contact them, I would have no choice but to call.

So I texted my mom instead.

“don’t come to the house until i tell you to,” I messaged her, “seb is trying to kill me”

There was no response for about a minute.

“Is this a prank?” she finally responded.

“no i’m serious he has a knife”

“I want to believe you,” she asked, “but he wouldn’t do something like that. He’s not that kind of person, sweetheart.”

“JUST CALL THE COPS MOM,” I demanded, “YOU KNOW I WOULDN’T LIE ABOUT THIS”

“You’re right. I will,” she said. “Please try to stay calm. I understand this situation may be stressful but you must stay calm. If you allow yourself to panic, you will lose focus, and therefore control, of the situation. Where are you right now?”

“the closet in seb’s room, it’s the last place he would check”

“Good. Stay there. I’m going to call the police in a few minutes. Please try to hold out until then.”

I put my phone down, tears running down my face. My own best friend was trying to kill me, and there was no way I could stop him. A horrible feeling coursed through me, and at first I couldn’t tell what it was.

But it didn’t take long for me to figure out. The only reason it was so unfamiliar was because I was never in this kind of situation before.

I knew what this feeling was.

This was fear. Pure, raw fear.

I have to hold out for a few minutes until Mom can call 911. I cursed the Clueham Police Department for not having text-to-911 technology. I cursed Seb for even trying to kill me in the first place. I cursed myself for giving Seb that godforsaken candy in the first place. I cursed Jasper for even giving it to me in the first place.

But a piece of candy wouldn’t do this…right?

I picked up my phone and sent one more message to mom.

“i love you”

Suddenly, a kitchen knife shot through the closet door just inches from my face. I dropped my phone, startled before I could hit the send button. Both doors swung open as Seb removed the knife. A furious grimace crossed his face as he aimed the knife at me once more.

That’s when I noticed something about his eyes--they had changed again.

His once red eyes had turned into a red and white spiral akin to the pattern of a peppermint.

I rammed my knee into his stomach as he doubled over from the shock, and I grabbed the baseball bat by the door. Instantly, I crashed the hard wooden bat into the side of his head with all the force I could muster, knocking him out cold. I dragged him into the closet and placed a padlock on it.

I did it. I had…survived, somehow. But only on my own accord. It’s not a matter of whether or not Seb would actually do it—there was no longer any question about that—but a matter of whether or not I could actually handle his insane bloodlust. If I had faltered, even for a second, there’s a high chance I wouldn’t even be here right now. It would’ve been me on the floor instead of Seb.

At least he would’ve just been unconscious.

Though I was safe, my heart continued to pound in my chest just as it had been when I was hiding in the closet, so much so that I almost thought it would jump out. I tried to distract myself by checking the text my mom had sent me, informing me that she had called the police and they were on their way to the house. Night school had just finished and there was a good chance she would be home by the time they got there. She knew that I was tired, so she decided to just let me rest while she took care of the legal stuff—I would give my account of what happened to her, which she would then give to the police. As for Seb…well, that remained to be seen.

I almost just wanted to not say anything…I didn’t want my friend to get in trouble. It wasn’t even his fault, or at least I don’t think it is…As I sat on the couch, trying to still my thundering heart, I contemplated which scenario was more likely: that Seb hated me so much that he wanted to kill me and had been harboring it for who-knows-how-long, or that a piece of hard cherry candy turned my best friend of over 11 years into a ruthless killing machine who wanted nothing more than to drain every last ounce of blood out of my system. I didn’t want to admit that either of them could be a possibility…but I knew of no drug that could possibly make people bloodthirsty.

What I did know, however, was that 4 straight years of your best friend constantly criticizing and berating your ideas could really put a dent in the ego…and in a relationship. Don’t get me wrong, I supported Seb, Akira, and their conspiracy theory website—as any good friend should—but lying right to Seb’s face and saying there weren’t holes in his ideas would be just as bad as not supporting him at all. That being said, Seb was a pretty sensitive kid, for better or worse. I thought I was doing him a favor. Turns out I was just doing this new, bloodthirsty Seb a favor and digging my own grave.

So yeah. The thought of a piece of candy turning him insane—though not necessarily impossible—seemed pretty foreign.

I didn’t want to say anything. I didn’t want to blame him.

But I had to say something. Even then, I still didn’t blame him.

Exhausted, exasperated, and terrified, I collapsed in Seb’s bed and hoped that I woke up the next morning.

#blood candy #fiction #urban fantasy #original story #vampire

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sorcerusdragonbionics · 5 years

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Reading list 6/22-6/29

So I got this from a few places, such as the FanFic Summer Reading Challenge as well as one of the profiles I’m following mentioning that they wanted to do a reading list of every fanfic they’ve read. I read A LOT, hence why wanted to do the Summer Reading Challenge, but I also wanted to share fics with people, so I’ve decided that every Sunday I’ll post the fics I’ve read in a Reading List for the week.

Fic ratings range from G to E, but all of them are labeled so if something isn’t your cup of tea, don’t read it. Since this is my first list and I want to see how it turns out I’ll keep them all together for now, but depending on how it turns out I might start dividing them up by fandom and possibly by Rating.

For Now: Tell me if this Sharable Link works for you Google Drive Folks, or Read More if you feel so inclined.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/19Py4njs7UTYOijl3TkGAB2MouJ4uiTa4e3uB6ThpMjs/edit?usp=sharing

Revenge of White Rabbit

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Author: TiBun, UnknownPaws

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4832390/chapters/11067851

Status: Complete

Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/329461

Complete

Three works

Chapters: 14/14

Summary: They say that bad things happen in threes, but they never specify just how Nightmarish "bad things" can get.

Rating: E

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Major Character Death

Words: 45091

You’re All I Need

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Author: towokuwusatsuwu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8565637/chapters/19636612

Status: Incomplete

Last Updated 2016/11/17

Chapters: 2/?

Summary: In a world where you only see in shades of gray until you meet your soulmate, Barnaby has his literally fall into his arms.

Rating: M

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 2891

Of Tigers and Bunnies Series

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Author: MarchWindsAprilShowers

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1332236

Status: OnGoing

Last Updated 2019/6/25

Works: 7

Home Sweet Home Summary: Barnaby wasn’t sure exactly what it was that made his partner’s home feel like...home. At least, he feels more at home there than anywhere else, including his own apartment.

The Group’s Couple Summary: Every large friend group has at least one honorary couple and this one is pretty annoying. (A short and completed drabble series of how the other heroes deal and interact with TaiBani.)

Already Perfect Summary: If there’s one thing Barnaby actively avoids in interviews, it's the subject of children in his future besides Kaede.

Fried Rice and Promise Summary: In which Barnaby decides to return the favor and kick down Kotetsu's door unannounced with some fried rice to cheer up the old man.

My Hero! Summary: Okay, alright. Social media has even pointed it out at this point. Barnaby will admit it. // He can be a little protective of Kotetsu. // Maybe even unreasonably.

For the Last Time, Go to Bed! Summary: Keith is sick with a cold and keeps bothering Ivan who is currently making him some soup.

Betrayed by the Heart Monitor Summary: Barnaby is injured on the job and is in the hospital. Kotetsu is with him and refuses to go home. It's 1AM, so that's the perfect time for confessions (obviously)!

Rating G - T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 7424

The Prophecy

Fandom: BBC Merlin

Author: VikingSong

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10463682/1

Status: OnGoing

Last Updated 2019/6/22

Chapters: 79/?

Summary: Uther learns Arthur is the Once-and-Future-King of prophecy and declares him a traitor, forcing him to flee with Merlin. The catch? Arthur has no idea who Emrys is and no desire to fulfill the prophecy. Reveal!fic. T for action sequences/some deaths; no slash, no smut, no language. Cover art by AlexandarCho on deviantART (used with permission).

Rating: T

Different Tagging System so not marked for whole work, but Author is vigilant to point out moments of violence that will be coming up in the chapter.

Words: 110584

The Only One

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Author: Rinienne

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7085107/chapters/16103044

Status: Complete

Chapters: 8/8

Summary: There was nothing funny about a NEXT ability which made some people lose their minds to lust, especially while it had such deadly consequences. Others were not affected by it the same way, but what was the difference between the two groups was a question yet unanswered.

Rating: E

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Warnings

Words: 46668

Zero to Hero

Fandom: Hero Academia

Author: ryrybread

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19323073/chapters/45963673

Status: OnGoing

Last Updated 2019/6/24

Chapters: 2/?

Summary: Midoriya Izuku has had a hard time getting through life as long as he could remember. Not only was he quirkless, but he was born in the wrong body, gender-wise. // If it wasn't for his childhood friend standing up for him, he wouldn't even been here, let alone being face to face with his ultimate role model, All Might. // Follow Izuku through his high school experience, dealing with feelings, villains, and transitioning to become the boy he always was meant to me.

Rating: T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 2057

Something To Look Forward To

Fandom: Hero Academia

Author: jooniebears14

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19206946/chapters/45661945

Status: OnGoing

Last Update Approx 2019/6/25

Chapters: 2/?

Summary: After leaving his horrible middle school Izuku Midoriya starts fresh at a new one. Making plenty of friends and experiences along the way, everything was perfect until… // “Izuku were getting married” // “ Oh that’s great I’m so happy for you guys” // “ Yeah and were moving back to Musutafu” // “Wait what”

Rating: T+

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Words: 3293

Zero: the World’s Best Hero Duo

Fandom: Hero Academia

Author: Toboe1087

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18548689/chapters/43963657

Summary: There was a next to zero percent chance that it would happen. That two infants would meet each other in the park and have a soulmate connection. That they would grow up together and change the world forever. But that's the thing, the chances were next to zero, but not quite zero.

Status: OnGoing

Last Updated Approx 2019/6/25

Chapters: 24/?

Rating: G

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 40125

Three’s a Crowd

Fandom: Hero Academia

Author: ScatteredSounds

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15960185/chapters/37223450

Summary: Izuku wasn't sure if he was ready to find his soulmate, then he found two. He swears upon All Might's abs that he is not ready to handle this shit. Todoroki has had a rough past and finds it difficult to show emotion. Bakugou only know how to show 50 shades of anger. And Izuku is just so happy to have both of them in his life he doesn't really know what to do with himself.

Status: OnGoing

Last Update Approx 20169/6/17

Chapters: 13/?

Rating: E

Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Words: 43949

A Suitable Nickname

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Author: Fujiwara_no_Seimei

https://archiveofourown.org/works/216812

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Kotetsu and Barnaby have been living together for years with Kaede, and now a teenager, she's pushing her boundries. Barnaby learns what his real role is in this dysfunctional family.

Rating: T+

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 797

Win Some, Lose Some Series

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Author: Lirillith

https://archiveofourown.org/series/12623

Status: Incomplete

Last Update 2012/2/13

Works: 3

Win Some, Lose Some Summary: Barnaby visits Kotetsu in the hospital after the final confrontation.

Better Late Than Never Summary: Set during the episode 25 timeskip. Kotetsu and Barnaby get their chance to talk before Kotetsu leaves Stern Bild.

Keep Your Chin Up Summary: Barnaby navigates Christmas solo.

Rating: G-T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 7096

Potential Happy Endings for Tiger & Bunny

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Author: wickedorin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/308846/chapters/494248

Status: Complete

Chapters: 5/5

Summary: While I was waiting for the final episode, I had a little fun writing the possible endings that were in my head. Many spoilers, but not really for the final episode.

Rating: M

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Words: 5326

Seasons Will Change

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Author: Tru

https://archiveofourown.org/works/253126

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: A "what if?" post episode 24.

Rating: T

Warnings: Major Character Death

Words: 1807

Me in You, You in Me

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Author: fromstarlighttodust

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19338721

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: When an experiment goes wrong, Levi and Eren end up in swapped bodies. Unfortunately, existing as each other until they can figure out how to reverse it turns out to be more difficult than they had anticipated. Ultimately, it leads to a journey of hard truths, mutual discovery and a greater understanding of one another--not to mention an appreciation for being themselves.

Rating: M

Warnings: Underage

Words: 9732

Hero Name

Fandom: Hero Academia

Author: miarinnes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19364635/chapters/46072966

Status: OnGoing

Last Updated 2016/6/26

Chapters:1/?

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki was visited by a "ghost" girl named Katsumi. The bubbly 5-year-old instantly got immuned by Katsuki's angry outbursts and a wide range of curses. Who was this girl, this -- Katsumi who had curly blonde hair, round ruby eyes, and freckles across her cheeks? Bakugou does not seem to care until she had talked about her Papa that reminded her of spring and the color green.

Rating: M

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 3957

I’m Only Yours (Forever and Ever)

Fandom: Attack On Titan

Author:Siamesepolyporegoat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15778020/chapters/36707862

Status: Complete

Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1164533

Incomplete

Last Update 209/6/20

Chapters: 26/26

Summary: Eren was the second son. He was supposed to be free to love and marry whoever he wanted. So why was he being sent to marry some stranger?

Rating: M

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage

Words: 67781

On the Shoulder of a Giant

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Author: Written By: Emamel

Read By: Opalsong

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2791343

Status: Complete

Chapters: 11/11

Summary: The Scouting Legion receives word of a rogue titan in the battle of Trost. // They didn't know what to expect - it certainly wasn't Jaeger.

Rating: M

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Podfic- 0 words read

Savior

Fandom: Hero Academia

Author: jaegerackereri

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18077612/chapters/42727589

Status: OnGoing

Last Update 2019/6/29

Chapters: 6/?

Summary: When Izuku's brother Kota becomes gravely ill, the only person that is able to save him is the cruel Dragon King Katsuki Bakugou, but how far is Izuku willing to go to save his brother...

Rating: M

Warnings: Author Chose Not Use Warnings, Rape/Non-Con

Words: 10232

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pendragonfics · 6 years

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Hi Gay, I’m Pan

Paring: Wade Wilson/Reader

Tags: male reader, coming out, canon gay character, fandom allusions & cliches & references, fluff, Wade Wilson breaks the fourth wall, Wade Wilson needs a damn hug

Summary: Reader lives with Wade Wilson. Reader comes out. Wade comes out too. It's all very gay.

Word Count: 1,969

Current Date: 2017-11-22

You were fourteen years, two months, and three days old when you discovered that you were very, very gay. Meaning: you loved men. Not that you had a collection of cliché homosexual memorabilia in your apartment, stashed away under and in the mattress of your bed like a sort of heathen (wait, yes, you did have some stuff, but that shit was on display on the shelf, because who didn’t like RuPaul's Drag Race?). But when you were twenty-seven years, eight months, and thirteen days old, you found yourself in a precarious position. Perhaps it was because you hadn’t found yourself able to come out to your very southern-traditional family. Perhaps it was because you’d just moved to the city, and when you put out a flyer for a roommate, found that you had reeled in a roomie who’d be a little more than what the regular person could handle.

But that was three months, six days and nineteen hours ago. You were nearly to your twenty-eighth year of life, and something so integral to your identity had not been brought up. Discussed. Even though Americans could marry whoever they wanted (and in some states, they could marry animals too), and yet, when Pride was on, you sat at home and worked on your investigations for your boss, the formidable Ms. Jones.

But it was the third month, sixth day, and twentieth hour since Wade Wilson became your roommate, and while he made no effort to keep his lifestyle quiet (of course, that was after you found him peeling the molten suit off his puckering skin at 3AM one morning), you decided that he was as good a confidant and friend as any. And thus, it was this day that you decided to come out to your roommate.

But that was easier said, than done. First you had to find the guy.

Well, you were going to, until your boss called. She was a firecracker, Jessica Jones – sometimes on fire, sometimes soaked in alcohol, but always, always, burning the candle from both ends. But she was a fantastic private investigator, and that was why you stuck around with her and her shitty pay.

“__________? Need that evidence right about now.” You opened your phone to hear. “Think it might be the tipping point to finding the guy, drop it by the office ASAP.”

You grab your messenger bag and the envelope with all you’ve got on the case, and start to head out the apartment. “On my way, Jones.”

She hangs up before you do.

The quick subway ride across Midtown to her edge of Hell’s Kitchen is fast, and when you hand her the evidence, you’re given another manila folder. This one’s titled Phimister, E. You slide it into your messenger bag, just as Jessica’s neighbour pokes his head out from his apartment. She prepares for his oncoming speech by downing the coffee in her hand.

“Did you guys hear the news? There’s another hero around the city,” he grins like an idiot. “He calls himself Spider-Man.”

Jessica rolls her eyes, “Kid Crime Stopper needs to cool it,” she groans, and goes to take another sip of her drink, to find it’s empty, “We don’t need more idiots in costume running around the city.”

Malcom doesn’t say a word. He just shakes his head, and returns to his apartment.

She turns to you. “Why’re you still here, __________?” You shrug. She scrunches her nose. “You smell, like,” she winces, “Soap? You even shaved. Don’t tell me you’ve got a job interview.”

You laugh, but inside, you’re screeching, how does she know I wore the nice soap? as if she can deduce also that you’re as into boys as the Hulk was into smashing. “Not leaving Alias if I can help it, Jones,” you tell her, “Can’t a guy just use soap occasionally, and have it not become a thing?”

She scrutinises you once again. “It’s something big.” She scoffs, and sighs, when once again she realises her cup is empty of coffee. “I don’t care.” She says, turning to close the door to her office, and over her shoulder, she says, “Good luck for it, though.”

You shoot a text to Wade upon leaving her office, wondering where he is. He sends a picture back, a selfie where he’s waving with another person’s arm, holding the cadaver’s limb like it was a regular thing to hold, like a martini, or an uncomfortable silence. You glance back to the closed door of Alias Investigations and take the elevator down. You know where Wade is, just from that picture. It’s nearby, too.

You make it there in good time, and when you get to the rooftop of your favourite noodle bar restaurant. As you climb up the fire escape, you notice there’s a not very discreet puddle of blood on the concrete, and near it, you see Wade sitting in his suit, legs dangling off the side with a fat sushi roll in his hand, the tempura prawn about to slide out the bottom end.

“Hey,” he greets, around his mouthful.

You nod. “Hey.”

You go to take a seat beside him, and looking down, you see the sidewalk below, and all the little people rushing around in their little lives, hailing taxies, making out by the phone boxes, smoking their lungs into submission. You look to Wade, and see he’s still munching away on his roll of sushi.

“I’m gay,” you tell Wade, the two words falling out from your lips like too much rice after a rice-eating contest at 1AM (something that has happened every three weeks or so between you and Wade). “I mean, I –,”

“Hi Gay,” Wade says, his smile crinkling the parts of the mask that aren’t pulled over his mouth, and adds, “I’m Pan.”

You pause. “Wait, that’s it?” You ask him. “I – wait, what’s pan? Are you screwing with me?”

Wade shakes his head. “No, I swear. No screwing,” he swallows his mouthful. “It just means I’m like, super gay, and super straight and super into every sort of human out there within reason. Also, wouldn’t say no to a panda in a sexy maid costume,” he laughs, “Didn’t you hear? It’s 2017. Everyone is some sort of gay,” he then adds in a whisper, “Even if they’re straight, they’re lying.”

You take that in. “So, it’s cool?”

Wade nods, and ripping into his sushi roll again, he says, “Yeah, it’s cool. You’re telling me this, so you can bring your hot boyfriend around to the apartment to make out, or…?” Wade asks.

“What makes you think I of all people could get a hot boyfriend?” you ask him honestly, “You’re the first person to know I’m gay…”

You can’t tell because he’s wearing the mask, but you’re sure his eyes are super wide when he utters a long, “Whaaaaaaaaaat?” But before you can say anything else to make it seem less of a big deal than he thinks it is, he says, “I can’t f*ucking believe it, this is amazing! I know a guy who gets free churros, let’s celebrate!” Then, to himself, he says, under his breath, “Author, that is not how you censor a swear word – also, congrats on writing your first major swear for fanfic!”

You look to him, unsure of what just happened. But you’re okay with it. Free churros and celebrating with Wade tonight makes the idea of staying at home and re-watching the Harry Potter movies sound a little better.

“Hey, if you were a superhero, __________, I’d make your suit red, so we could both hang out with the others. There’s this guy dressed like demon, but he’s just a sweetheart, and the churro guy, Spider-Parker. Man. Shit.” He tosses the dregs of his sushi roll over the side of the building, and watches as they fall on the roof of a taxi driving by.

“I don’t think I’m the superhero type,” you say to yourself. “I just want to make rent. And ask Mr. Cee if we could have a pet in the apartment.”

Wade considers. “Dog?”

You shake your head. “Cat. I saw an add on Craigslist for free. I feel bad for it.”

“What’s its name?” he asks.

You whip your phone out, and show him a picture of the calico kitten, a young female with yellow and white splotches over her black body, with a fluffy coat. “Uh, Eleven.”

“Get her. Now.”

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It’s another eight months, three weeks, two days, and thirteen hours when life stops being so chaotic. You’ve turned twenty-nine. You solved case after case with Alias Investigations until Jessica Jones adds you to the plaque on the door, and adds a raise to your pay check. Eleven the cat is the one thing at home that makes life bearable. Perhaps that fact was not because you lived a terrible, horrible life; in fact, it was very much the opposite.

That rooftop chat eight months ago with your roommate had led to something much different than what you had said – you were in fact, very much the hero type. But that was after the attack from a radical sect of people called Inhumans, and when you were caught on the subway exposed to fumes, and the only one left alive, it also left your body changed, as to never be able to become broken. Which was great, because a week after that, you were hit by a cab, and left a __________-sized dent in its bumper bar, and didn’t die. Bonus!

It was no big deal. Some people called you nerdy Luke Cage. More people, like the press, called you Tungsten. You had no idea why until a quick Google search lead you to realise it was a type of metal that was brittle and hard to manipulate, and the toughness is enhanced by melding it with steel. Sort of how you often worked alongside Deadpool.

But it was now, eight months later when you find yourself sitting at home, Eleven on your lap, watching the new season of Doctor Who on Netflix. You weren’t a fan of the companion Clara Oswald, but watching Hell Bent, it nearly rendered you to tears.

“I love Peter Capaldi,” Wade said beside you, on the lounge. He wore only his boxer shorts, and a loose tee that said I like sunsets, long walks on the beach and murder on it in comic sans, showing off his scarred skin. “But you know who I love most?”

You take a moment to consider the answer. “David Tennant.”

But at the same moment, he says, “You.”

You don’t quite get it, because maybe you’ve just been talking about the actors who play the nine-hundred-year-old plus time lord. Maybe because you’ve had a long day fighting against the forces of evil and the crowds around the subway on peak hour, and the one-word answer he has given you almost stuns you.

“Wait, what?” you ask. Eleven meows on your lap, as if to confirm, that yes, this is a love confession. “Wade –,”

He wraps his arms around you, smooshing his face into your cheek, and aggravated by the sudden assault of affection, Eleven flees from your lap to the rug beneath the television, purring indignantly. “Yeah, I’m head over heels for you, man.” He grins, and noticing your silence, adds, “Don’t tell me this time that you have a hot boyfriend.”

You pause, and taking the remote, still the commotion going on with the Timelords, so you can focus on the commotion going on in your lounge room. “Yeah, I’ve got a hot boyfriend.” His face falls, withdrawing his arms from around you. You begin to laugh, and draw the Merc with a mouth toward you, smooshing your face against his, “He’s you.”

#wade wilson #wade x reader #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson/reader #deadpool #deadpool x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel x reader #chaotic--lovely #pendragonfics #male reader

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evelyn-fenton-blog · 6 years

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Family Fuck ups.

I sit at the desk. I had hoped the palace would make chairs more comfortable than the ones at my own home, but alas any chair sat in for more than four hours is a bad chair. I suppose I should be socializing.

Maya is now my friend, Eloise is my friend, I’m supposed to be seducing Prince Nathaniel. But I want to write. There’s just no inspiration. It’s not like the first time I wrote. Not like the first time I lost.

**************Flashback time***********

It’s almost time for finals, but I couldn’t care less. All I care about is him. My childhood friend, my only friend, my first love, and my boyfriend.

I wait after school for him hiding around a vending machine, using the angles to keep me out of sight. Once he is in my sight I leap hugging him, taking him by surprise.

“I got you!” I cheer. He laughs as we hug. Then he tries to kiss me, though I was still much too young for that. So I pulled away.

The next year we stayed the same.

He aged to 18, I aged to 16. We grew up together, holding hands together, laughing together. Being together.

Then it all stopped.

It started calm.

“This is a really good poem for just Ms. Wallis’ class. Why not enter it in a contest?”

“You know I don’t really want to be a writer.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m a six.”

“It’s not that.”

“If it isn’t how come that is the only time you truly seem yourself? Why do you put in words the things you’d never say? Why do you put writing above even eating at times?”

“I don’t know. Well.. I may love writing but I love you more I just want to be with you!”

“You don’t know what you want Evey! You’re a child!”

“Yes I do I want you! If I’m such a child why are you even with me then?”

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I lean back in the seat and look at the time.

One in the morning. It’s time to wake him.

I walk up to the royals hall. I know I shouldn’t be here but I couldn’t send a maid. Then I knock on the door and wait.

“Brooks!” I yell in a hushed voice not wanting to wake anyone.

He groggily opens the door. “What? Evelyn?”

I giggled at his appearance. He was not a very dainty sleeper. “You have bedhead. Anyways, it's time for you to help me with my next book. Get dressed.”

He looked back into his room, presumingly at a clock. “It’s 1am.”

“Yup. This way we won't get in trouble, brains work better at night, and the cold can wake you up.”

He yawns “Fine.” then grabs a sweater and closes the door.

“Where're we going?”

“We're going to escape the palace. I read on a map there's a beach by here. In short we're going exploring.”

“We should tell a guard.”

“That would take the fun out of it. If by some magic they notice we're gone we'll just say you were kind enough to take me on a walk because I couldn't sleep. Just to the gardens.”

“I'm hardly allowed to go anywhere without supervision.”

“Well, you have my supervision. Come on.” I then took his sleeve to slowly drag him along which he doesn't resist.

“Good boy. Nooowwww how do you think we should escape. The beach looks closer to the garden and there's that big woods right by it so I'm guessing there's a weak point there.”

“We are so not going in the woods.”

“And why not?”

“I could be murdered.”

“By a bunny rabbit?”

“By Hooks Heave.”

I laughed, “You'll be fine. If Hooks Heave makes an appearance I'll write in a wolf to maul him.”

“Oh, thank God. I'm so glad I have your writing to rely on regarding my life.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“Are you planning on murdering me?”

“Nope this is not inspiration for Hooks Heave.”

“Damn.”

“Damn? Did you want to die?”

He grinned, “Oh no, I would never be so self deprecating.”

“Somehow I feel like that's sarcasm. Now i'm for sure going to push you into the ocean.”

“Excuse you, I am royalty and I do not take threats like that lightly. Watch yourself, peasant.” He then poked my forehead.

“Right. Dear me, now I may lose my head. All because of some cold salt water.”

“The real world is a cruel, cruel place.”

“Thats an idea for a book. Writing about the crudeness of the world. A woman falls in love with a man only to learn he's a dick then they fight and she finally storms out to leave with their 5 year old daughter. She packs a small suitcase and boards a bus out of town. As the bus leaves a giant octopus comes and crushes the town. Everyone dies but the daughter. The lesson is the world is cruel.”

“Yikes... I see why you need my help. Tsk tsk.” I thought that one was pretty good. Even when you want to escape to a nicer world, the world is not nice and will kill you if you try.

“Well I lost my past inspirations so now I'm just stuck with bad ideas but a good brain. It's a very complicated situation.” I lost him, and I lost her.

“What a tragic time. I don't know about you, but I'm partial to accuracy.”

“Yeah but I don't know what to be accurate about. Even if i took out the octopus the root of that idea sucks. My first book was a love story, the second was a murder mystery, now I need something new but all I have are octopi and hooks heave.”

“Okay, what about a coming of age story?”

“People like those, but that focuses just on one person. I'm not good at that.”

His face brightens, “A challenge!”

I sighed, why’d something I hate so much have to inspire him? “I don't even know where to start with a book like that.”

“Think of a main character.”

“Well I normally base my characters a bit on myself but I can't make it too similar ummm..okay so it's about a young girl, maybe 18. No idea what her name is.”

“Close your eyes.”

“Why?” I ask but close them.

“Just do it. Okay, what is this character like.”

“Ummm. She's a redhead, she's pretty introverted, she can be a bit aggressive and selfish too but that's because she raised well. She likes sweets and cats.” Like you but meaner.

“What's her family like?”

“Her mother and father fight a lot. They stay together for financial reasons. For most of her youth she was neglected as they were trying to divorce but finally settled on living separately but staying married. She later had a half-sister who is much younger than her who's raised under the custody of her father who was a much nicer man than her mother as a female.”

“Does she have friends?”

“Not really. She doesn't go out much because she's scared people will hurt her like her parents did.”

“Is there a love interest in her world?”

“No men are horrible.....” A book with a female lead without a female love interest is risky. It might not sell well.

I sigh, “I guess she can have a male for awhile. But I write tragedies so it'll end with them breaking up somehow.”

“She finds herself, huh?”

“Always better to pick yourself over a man. That's the theme of my first book, not the one you were reading.” It’s what I should have done. Instead he forced me to have no choice but myself.

“Ah, but are you writing your first book?”

“Ah no. I wrote that book in 2 days, dont want a mistake like that again.” I wrote it sobbing, with a fever.

He left me. He made me pick writing over him. He broke me. I didn’t leave my home for a month afterwards. I failed all my classes, I was basically a high school dropout. All I had was a box of tissues, my laptop, my cat, and my feelings. I needed to vent it all out somehow. My first book was how.

“Think of what you want again.”

“Right. Book. New book. Book with brooks. Maybe I'll have it end with her picking her career over her boy.”

“Why can't she do both?” Right Brooks is a prince. He has time to do careers as hobbies along with his caste given duty.

“She's a three, her boyfriends a four and wanted to include her in the family. If she stayed with him she'd have to accept eventually becoming a four and no longer being able to be a writer as her career.” Make it a four. Make it seem better. Safer. Less of a risk. That way the idea of her dropping down a caste seems more possible. Instead of falling three.

“So she chooses work over love?”

“Yes. It's the wise choice. It's what will make her money and keep her afloat in a society which she is already disadvantaged in due to her gender. Because of her upbringing she is also taught to have the practical mindset that would lead her to that choice. Also she wants to make her mother happy so obviously there is no other choice for her.” It’s the choice I should have made. I should have left his ass. I should have won our relationship. Been the empowered woman. Not the deer in the headlights.

“What if she breaks past that?”

“She can't she shouldn't give up what she loves for a man. But I can't end it that way either. Even if he wasn't right for her, she's still a person. No one deserves to just live alone like that, without friends or anyone to love. Maybe she should have just settled so she wouldn't have to be alone with only a cat who would die three months later.”

“Stop writing what you're used to.”

“I don't know what else to write.”

“Do something you're not comfortable with.”

“What about a sci-fi book. I hate those so maybe I could make one I like.”

He laughs. What? I thought that was a legitimate idea. “Open your eyes.”

I open them, happy to see Brooks again. “Thank God I'm not blind. I was starting to get tired.”

“Do you have an idea of what you want to do?”

“I want to go swimming. If I go to bed I'll miss the window the brain is most creative in.”

“You should go to bed.”

“Fine. I'll walk back with you so you don't get murdered.”

“I'm so honored.”

“You should be.” I then held my arm out.

“Here you can even link arms with me that way if Hooks comes at you it'll be easier to hide behind me.”

“What if I'm Hooks?”

That stumped me for a moment. “Hmmm then I guess I deserve to be killed for being dumb enough to not notice, then lead you to a secluded area with me.”

“Let's just head back to the palace. And quickly too. I don't want the press getting the wrong idea.”

“What do you mean wrong idea? Plus I doubt there's any press out and about this late.”

“Well, it's a little weird a selected would be walking with me out here. And they're always around.”

“True but I could explain it. Writers always do crazy things. And thats creepy. Maybe I should write about journalists being aliens from hell.”

“Wouldn't be that far off. Luckily, I'm not in the papers very often.”

“Shocking, you don't want to be a drama llama and win all the attention?”

“'Drama llama'?”

“I like the rhyme, kill me. Your sister clearly shows off that even those who aren't the heir can get all the attention they need.”

He frowned and back away from me, unlinking our arms. “Are you talking about Mal?” Fuck.

“A bit? It's not a judgement just a fact that press likes the way she acts so she gets a lot of attention from them. Why does it matter?” shit.

“It sounds like you're speaking in the negative.” Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You can't insult my sister to my face, Evelyn.” God I’m a moron.

“Right. Maybe I should not talk about your sisters at all, doesn't seem to go well.”

“Yeah, maybe you shouldn't.” We walked in silence. Great Evey, you are a master of conversation. Insult his sister to his face.

“I trust you can make it to your room from here.”

I apologize once more and leave. It seems everytime we talk I ruin it.

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delightfullyperfectsalad · 6 years

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How to fall out of love

“I don’t love you anymore.” Suddenly your heart starts to race and a feeling of intense heat washes over your body. Your breath gets shorter and faster, your hands start to tremble, your stomach is churning, you try to hold it together so he won’t see how badly he’s hurting you but your voice is shaking and your eyes are getting sore from holding back tears. Your heart sinks into a pit in your stomach and you nod as the tears prevail in your war against them and they spill in a silent stream down your cheeks. “I don’t love you anymore.” You wonder how he can say that, you wonder how those words don’t sting his tongue like acid. You have nothing to say, what is there to say? What are you supposed to do when your eyes have become blind to everyone else and your heart has learned to beat to the rhythm of his “I love you”? “I don’t love you anymore.” Well that’s impossible. If he doesn’t love you now then he never did, because the only way to not love is to never have loved. You suppose that he never loved you at all then. How do you fall out of love? You don’t. You say you’re fine, he says it too, but you know that you’re lying and you can’t tell if he is–you somehow can no longer read him even though he once said you knew him better than he knew himself. It’s been three months and you still feel empty because there’s a giant void in your heart where you used to keep him and no matter how surrounded by people you might be, you are lonely, you feel like you are missing something, because when he left he took a part of you with him and you think that without it—without him—you can never be whole again. You start smoking cigarettes because you thrive off of the feeling that you’re destroying yourself from the inside out and you think that if he doesn’t love you then that means you are not someone who is worth loving. You find yourself behind the wheel of your car that you taught him to drive in, listening to the song that he once determined “yours” on repeat because you think if you cry to it enough maybe it’ll lose its sentiment but it never does. You pound your head against the dashboard, wondering if your tears will blur your vision enough to make you crash and wondering if you’ll die and partially hoping that you do just so you don’t have to live without him anymore. How do you fall out of love? You destroy yourself. As time continues to pass, your memory starts to neglect the good times and dwell on the bad because it’s easier to only remember him as an immature compulsive liar who walked out on you rather than your best friend and your other half and the supposed love of your life who things “just didn’t work out” with. Your friends ask if you ever did love him and you say “yes, but only because I was blind to his flaws” although you silently admit to yourself that lately you’ve just been in denial about his virtues. You obsess over how horrible he was and how much you hate him because you think that if you repeat it enough you might start to believe it. How do you fall out of love? You fall into hate. Over a 1am bottle of vodka you finally break and your fingers slip to dial his number. You tell him that you could never hate him because you still love him, and of course he reminds you that he doesn’t anymore. You guess you were hoping he had changed his mind, you guess you were hoping he had been lying this whole time and that maybe he was just as broken as you. You beg him for advice; you want to know how he moved on and stopped loving you so that you can finally do the same. He tells you to stop calling him and you say “I’m sorry” and he thinks you mean for bothering him so late but what you really mean is that you’re sorry for loving him, for ever having loved him. He blocks you on social media and you think “good riddance” even though the void where his profile used to be feels like a hollowness in your very soul. You delete his number from your phone symbolically, even though you still have it memorized. How do you fall out of love? You erase him. As you continue to remind yourself that you’re “over it” and that the phone call and late nights you still spend crying about him were all just flukes, you find yourself filling his side of the bed with a plethora of nameless faceless suitors who make you blush and giggle like he did. You never feel that same rush of adrenaline when they kiss you and their eyes just don’t seem to sparkle like his did but they give him a smaller space in your romantic history and for a short while they make the empty half of your double-bed less cold. When they call you back you lose interest and tell them you’re “not ready for anything serious” but when they cut you off first, you are devastated. You become consumed with your numerous “heartbreaks” because they hurt a lot less than remembering what it was like to wake up next to him with disheveled hair and tired eyes and the way that you didn’t mind when he kissed you with morning breath. How do you fall out of love? You find distractions. After about nine months of minimizing your worth you finally decide that you are worth loving, even if he doesn’t think so anymore. You start going to the gym because you realize that the endorphins feel a lot better than the alcohol, and you quit smoking so you can blow through that two-mile run without coughing and wheezing. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh and you start singing in the car again and your straight-A report card seems to smile back at you. Late at night you find yourself indulging in writing letters you’ll never send and poems you’ll never share and a novel with a cheerful protagonist who reminds you of yourself as reassurance that you will get through. Sometimes you still cry yourself to sleep but you feel proud that you’re learning to dry your own tears. How do you fall out of love? You fall in love with yourself instead. A year has passed and you tell yourself you’ve moved on and forgotten him but the fact that you have to constantly remind yourself of this is a clear sign that you haven’t. Your little brother says he misses him and you smile and say “I’m over it” but what you mean is “you have no idea what missing him feels like.” You find yourself lost in a 40,000-word memoir that describes how “over it” you are¬¬–a premise that, in itself, should be enough to convince yourself that the whole thing is a lie. You claim that you’ve cleared him out of your life but there’s still an old shoebox in your closet of everything he ever gave you from the promise ring to the love letters to the stuffed penguin he won you at the town fair, and sometimes you still take it down and look at it to remind yourself that there was once a time when he loved you back even if he doesn’t anymore. How do you fall out of love? You pretend you’ve already done it. More time has passed and you begin to see things more clearly and you realize that you were both in the wrong; he was no angel but neither were you, and you were young and your expectations were unrealistic and you really weren’t right for each other anyway, and you know that you really shouldn’t be thinking about him anymore. But you want to make sure he remembers the past in the same way that you do and you want to remind him of everything you had that was so great and you want to make sure he doesn’t forget how good things were before they got bad. You start scripting an apology for your contribution to the wreckage that was your relationship and you want to make amends because even though you’ve moved on now too you still love him deep down and you can’t stand the thought of him ever resenting you. How do you fall out of love? You acknowledge reality. But as you consider contacting him again you take a moment to yourself to remember those good times, like when he used to let you blast country music in the car even though he hated it, when he started eating sushi because you loved that Japanese restaurant, when he skipped the Halloween party he had been looking forward to so he could take care of you while you were sick, when he drove across town to bring you iced tea because you had a bad day, and when he would always do anything to make you happy. You smile as you remember these things and you realize that you knew him so well, and that no matter what he says now he really did love you back then, so maybe the lie wasn’t the years of “I love you” but the recent “I don’t love you anymore,” and maybe he needs to say that and maybe he needs to hate you so he’ll forget that he does love you, because–just like you–he doesn’t want to anymore. You think that maybe you shouldn’t have assumed he meant it when he said he was over it and maybe he’s hurting just as much as you are and maybe this is what he has to do to sleep again now that you no longer text him goodnight. You take a deep breath and remember all the sacrifices he used to make for you and you realize that maybe it’s your turn to make one for him. So you stop rehearsing your reconciliation and you think that you’ll take the bullet if he needs to villainize you, and that it’s because you love him that you’ll let him hate you if he needs to. How do you fall out of love? Well, you don’t, but one way or another you learn to live with it.

#my writing #how to

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small-stars-blog1 · 7 years

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Prompt 95, Lams?

Prompt 95—You’re so cute when you’re all worried.

John/Alexander, 1400 words (approc.). John gets drunk, Alex is a worried boyf.

I have literally no excuse as to why this took me so long, I’m just lazy. But! I have lots of time to spare so will be writing a lot more frequently! So feel free to send me more

Alex was home late.Again. For the fourth time that week, his work ethic had forced him to staybehind at his job (even if Washington, his boss, insisted that Alex go home). Alex’s brain, as it often did,had wracked him with ideas and thoughts and he just couldn’t stop writing.

So here he was, at theungodly hour of 1am, creeping around the apartment because John was probablyasleep, if the eerie silence was anything to go by. Alex couldn’t say be blamedhis boyfriend. For the past week John would be up and waiting for him to comehome, but tonight (or, rather, this morning) Alex had really set the boundariesanew. He did manage to pick up a boxof John’s favourites chocolates at the 24-hour garage, as a thank you/apology.

Alex himself wasexhausted, his body practically screaming for a rest, so he decided to leaveshowering for the morning, hygiene be damned. He’d much rather wake up feelinga little disgusted than collapsing in the shower (and, besides, even if he didfall asleep in the shower John would inevitably wake up looking for him, andAlex really didn’t want to make him worry after the week they’ve both endured).

After placing thechocolates on the kitchen-table, Alexander made a bee-line for the bedroom. Hejust barely kicked his shoes off when he opened the door, not bothering tocontain an escaped yawn as he slumped onto his side of the bed.

Huh.

Alex fumbled around onthe bed, reaching to the right side for that familiar warmth he couldn’t seemto find, only—

“John?” Alex called out,sitting upright immediately and peering around the bedroom. He was met with asmuch darkness as before, just catching glimpses of furniture outlines. But noJohn.

Alex was usually a calm,collected person when it came to his boyfriend’s antics. He wasn’t the jealoustype, at least not as much as John could be, and had no quarrels with himstaying out late. Of course he didn’t! John was an adult.

But it’s 1am.

And as the screen of hisphone illuminated his face, Alex saw no text messages. No missed calls.

And it was 1am.

There was immediately avery prominent thud, thump of hisheart in his chest as he speed-dialled John.

And then there was theprolonged beep, beep, beep, whichAlex swore was mocking him as the seconds continued to tick by.

“Come on, John,” Alexfound himself mumbling. By this point he was pacing furiously around theapartment, checking in every room and cupboard. He even checked in the fridge,although he wasn’t quite sure why. “Answer the phone, damni—“

“Heeeey babe!” Came theslurred response, mingled with too-loud music that blared through the speakers.

“Hi?” Alex winced,pulling the phone away from his ear. “Where are you?.”

“What, you missing me inyour—“ hiccup “—bed already,Alexandeeeer?”

Alex assumed that Johnwas trying to sound sexy, and if notfor his overwhelming concern he probably would have found the whole ordealhilarious. So instead, Alex deadpanned, “How much have you had to drink?”

“I’m not sure?Probably—“ There was a loaded pause. “Oh my—yes!I love this song!”

Alex suppressed a sigh, Too much,apparently.

“Do I need to come and get you?” Alex asked, his tone becoming a littlewarmer.

“Yeah, yeah. Come over here!” John said with a chuckle, a sound whichnever failed to make Alex’s chest feel warm and fuzzy.

Try as he might, Alex couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Alright, where are you?”

It took an extra 5 minutes for Alex to decipher an appropriate responsefrom his overly-drunk and humoured boyfriend, and normally Alex wouldn’t mind,but he could hear some heated discussion happening in the background, and that usuallyended in disaster.

“Alright, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

John’s spoke in a whisper, “Pssssssst, Alex,”

“Yes?”

“There’s some asshole back here,”

Alex’s heart did that horrible thing where felt like it had dropped tohis gut. “Don’t do anything, John. Just—wait outside for me?”

“Sureeeeeee.”

Alex decided it would probably be best just to hang up, grab his keysand launch himself into the drivers seat. Speeding down small city-streetsprobably wasn’t his wisest decision, but the roads were pretty empty. And no-onewas watching. And he was anxious. Oh, was he anxious. His mind was racing. Oh god, what if something happens? Is anyoneeven there with him? But, he’s an adult he can go out with himself—but—

He shook his head of thoughts as he curved into a park space, notbothering to lock the car as he got out (okay, so perhaps he forgot, but that’sbeside the point).

Alex didn’t have to look far, really. In the darkened street, the onehouse with multicoloured lights seeping from all windows and music blaring fromthe inside stood out like a sore-thumb. Having said that, Alex didn’t recognisethis house, a fact which was both intriguing and worrying.

He readied his fists because he doubted anyone would here a subtle knock, knock on the door. If needs be,he would (attempt to) kick the door down, which he realised may not be a veryrealistic goal but he also realised he was a very worried boyfriend, and doorsare no match for very worried boyfriends.

He lifted his fist up to the door when it opened.

“Alex!”

“John!” He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. His fistquickly delved into a supporting hand on the shoulder, because John wasswaying. “John, I almost punched you.”

The taller of the two frowned. “That’s meaaaaan. You need to drink!Yeah.”

“No. I don’t.” Alex bit hislip and tentatively asked, “Are you alright? What happened to that, uh‘asshole’?”

“Um—”

As if on cue, there was some brash shouting in the distance. Alexattempted to tune out the offensive language; if he got mad then John certainlywould and Alex just wanted him home.

John tried to smile, “I might have punched him.”

“Welp, we’re going. Come on,” his grip on the others’ shouldertightened, and he began to drag him out of the house and down the street. Johnwas obviously having difficulties walking in a straight line, so naturally Alexsupported him with a hand to the waist.

“Don’t you want to, um” hiccup, “goback?” He asked, leaning over to Alex and nuzzling into his neck. Johns awkwardposition was making it difficult for Alexto walk in a straight line, now.

“No, John. I don’t.” They neared the car and Alex helped his boyfriendinto the passenger seat, ignoring Johns insistences that he didn’t need helpbecause clearly, he did; John was using the wrong seatbelt, for a start. “John,darling, that’s my seatbelt. Here,let me do yours.”

When Alex finally, finally gotinto the drivers seat and began to drive away, John leaned over to him andpositively purred.

“Aleeex, why wont you love me?”

“I am trying to drive…?”

“You’re angry.”

Alex frowned. He turned a corner, driving at a considerably slower speedthis time. “Not angry. A little annoyed, perhaps.”

“Whyyyyy?” John asked, prodding Alex’s cheek. Neither of them knew whyhe did that for, really.

Alex didn’t answer until they had pulled into park by the flat-complex.The other had spent much of the journey mumbling to himself about something;Alex couldn’t really make any of it out.

“John.” Alex turned to him, “I love you. You know I do. Just,” he huffed.“But, right now it’s one-fourty a.m, and I understand you’re anadult, but one call or text doesn’t go amiss. I was worried.”

John proceeded to poke his boyfriend again. Alex was poised betweengiving in and laughing, because god was John Laurens cute, or being veryannoyed and irritated. He decided to go for the latter, because he wouldn’t forgive himself if this happened again.

“I was worried. I was speeding to get you because I thought youwere gonna get in a fight. Again.”

John beamed, “You’re so cute when you’re all worried.”

Alex pouted. He realised that this was probably a conversation to havewith sober-John, since drunk-John didn’t seem to be computing all that wellright now.

He helped his boyfriend to their bedroom, deciding to leave the apology/thank-youchocolates for tomorrow, too. He wasn’t all that surprised when John collapsedonto their bed, be it from vertigo or sheer exhaustion. Honestly, it could havebeen both.

He mumbled into the pillows, “I love yoou so much, babe. So, so much.”

Alex smiled. “I love you too.” He nudged him, “Hey, don’t you want to get in your PJs?”

But there was no response other than the gentle, slowed breathing thatcame with sleep. Alex crept from the room, grabbed a glass of water and two-paracetamoltablets and put them on the bedside table beside John.

After changing into his own pyjamas, he laid down in bed and was relieved to feel thatfamiliar-warmth at his side again, where it belonged. Still, he made a mental note to have careful words with John when they awoke.

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sevenkookiejars · 7 years

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“We’re both in the vegetable isle and I just burst into tears while staring at the cabbages” + namjin? 👀

Pairing: NamjinPrompt: “We’re both in the vegetable isle and I just burst into tears while staring at the cabbages” AURating: PGWord Count: 1,726 A/N: I got carried away writing this so for the sake of everyone’s dash, I’ll put half of it under the cut ^~^ (p.s. the cute/fluff stuff is near the end, so read this all the way through!)

This probably isn’t the best idea Seokjin has had but while some people drink away their pain or indulge in retail therapy, grocery shopping has always been the best sort of comfort for him. Which is why Seokjin finds himself welcoming the blast of warmth from the 24-hour hypermart’s interior as he steps through its sliding doors.

Except it’s past 1am and Seokjin’s probably drank one shitty mix too many and he feels a little less in control with the alcohol running through his system.It isn’t Hoseok’s fault for dragging him out of his apartment to a party though. Seokjin understands, really, because he’s been a moping mess if he says so himself, and Hoseok is one of those people who finds comfort in loud music and bad alcohol.

“It’ll be fun, hyung” was Hoseok’s response to Seokjin’s weak excuse of “I don’t party”. And Seokjin’s grateful for a friend like Hoseok, even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy parties, because Hoseok’s trying to cheer him up and comfort him in the only way he knows how.

“Who knows, it might be good for you, you know?” Hoseok’s tone was light but Seokjin still caught his meaningful gaze, heavy with concern. He pretended not to have noticed it.

Hoseok took it upon himself to bring drinks over in the next few hours at Jackson’s place, seating himself down to accompany Seokjin instead of joining the mess of bodies on the makeshift dance floor. Seokjin tried to lose himself in casual conversations with strangers and overbearing music, but three hours in and he’s had enough.

He convinced Hoseok that he was tired and wanted to catch some rest, insisting that Hoseok stayed on to enjoy the party. Shrugging on a single heavy coat, Seokjin then stepped into the darkness of night to make his way across the wintry streets.

But of course, the mart with its bright lights and toasty heating distracted Seokjin, which is how he ends up inside, a basket in one hand, walking towards the fruit and vegetables section. It’s Grocery Day tomorrow anyway (or today to be exact, since it’s past midnight), and Seokjin figures there’s no harm doing it a little early.

The familiarity is comforting and at this time, it’s almost void of customers. Seokjin takes his time, steps still a tad sluggish from drinking as much as he did. He picks up bananas first, before moving to select some apples. The fruits look pretty good this winter despite the early chill, and Seokjin’s glad he can keep up with his whole “an apple a day” ritual. Hoseok laughs at him for it but Seokjin’s adamant that it’s what keeps him from catching a cold when the seasons change.

He’s just picked up two packets of Brussels sprouts and is turning around to see what other vegetables he feels like buying when he sees it. The section with a whole lot of cabbages on display.

Seokjin freezes. No, not now. He can feel the lump in his throat growing and Seokjin fights to swallow it back down. This isn’t the right time and definitely not the right place for this kind of flashback.

No, Seokjin tells himself sternly, but his body doesn’t exactly obey his mind with the alcohol running through him, and he feels tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. His vision blurs and Seokjin stands helpless as hot tears flow freely. It’s pathetic how affected he is even after two weeks. He can’t control the tears, so he only hopes that the cashier doesn’t hear him in the quiet of this enclosed space.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there sobbing as quietly as he can. Maybe it’s a few minutes, or something much longer, but there’s a tap on his shoulder and Seokjin glances up out of reflex.

“Hey, you alright there?” There’s a boy who looks about Seokjin’s age frowning a little at him in concern.

Seokjin blinks back at him through swollen eyes, sniffs once, twice, before coming back to his senses. Turning his face away, Seokjin hastily swipes at his eyes before muttering a soft “yeah, sorry”.

“Here.” The boy extends a pack of tissues into his line of sight and Seokjin hesitates before taking it. “I was passing through this aisle and saw you crying so I figured I’d… you know, see if you’re fine."

His voice is low and gentle, somewhat comforting in Seokjin’s mess of thoughts and he finds himself calming down a little. Seokjin ducks his head again in apology, not trusting his voice at this point (he might just break down again if he opens his mouth).

"Hey, you look kind of familiar,” the boy starts again, and Seokjin almost snorts at that despite his teary state. If that’s a pick-up line, it’s probably one of the worst he has heard. Seokjin hazards a glance at the boy to find him staring back, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

Seokjin’s about to retort with something when the boy’s eyes light up. “Oh! You’re the lead role in last year’s theater production, senior Kim Seokjin?” At Seokjin’s dazed nod, the boy smiles, dimples showing. “My roommate Taehyung has been gushing about how great a senior you are."

Of course it has to be Kim Taehyung that’s roommates with this guy. Great, so Seokjin possibly just threw his reputation that he’s worked hard to earn down the gutter. Because if Taehyung’s roommate over here spills whatever happened today to Taehyung, half the faculty’s going to know about it by the next week.

Seokjin holds back the urge to collapse dramatically to the floor (it’s not his fault that he’s a theater major). Instead he lets out an oddly strangled "thank you”.

The boy, oblivious to Seokjin’s internal struggles, continues with growing excitement evident in his voice. “Taehyung says you’re really good at acting, and that you’re really nice and are always teaching your juniors."

He’s starting to gesture exaggeratedly, all hesitance lost. Cute, Seokjin thinks, before catching himself, because hold on a second, wasn’t he still sobbing over his ex just a few minutes ago?

”… and Taehyung also says you’re an amazing at cooking.“ Seokjin stiffens at that, eyes automatically darting back to the cabbages. He can feel the waterworks starting again, even as he wills himself not to cry.

"Hey,” the boy stops rambling. Somewhere at the back of his mind, an irrational part of Seokjin thinks that he kind of really misses his voice already. A sob escapes his lips and Seokjin tries to muffle it with the sleeve of his coat. There’s a hand on his arm now, touch light and hesitant. “I’m sorry, Seokjin-ssi, I must have said something wrong."

Seokjin shakes his head in disagreement, taking a shaky breath. Because this boy has been nothing but nice and sweet to a random stranger that is Seokjin (aside from hearing about him through Taehyung). It’s probably nearly 2am now and Taehyung’s roommate was probably just dropping by to grab something. He can very well be in bed sleeping right now if not for Seokjin, and yet here he is. So really, as cliched as it sounds, it’s not him but Seokjin that’s the problem, and Seokjin really should get that out to him to take away that frown of concern on his features.

But as always, Seokjin and alcohol means that his mind and everything else just don’t cooperate. "My ex broke up with me because he hated my cabbage kimchi,” Seokjin blurts in place of a “I’ll be fine, I’m sorry for taking up your time”.

The boy blinks once, twice. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he says.

And Seokjin really should shut up right now, but his mouth decides against it. After all, it’s about food. Food and cooking, and Seokjin without alcohol can’t shut up about that, let alone his mildly inebriated self. “I wanted to surprise him with my kimchi stew but he said it was too bland and horrible and that he hated it. Hated my cooking,” Seokjin says queitly. “I swear I stored the kimchi over the last winter though."

Seokjin knows he’s whining by now. Hoseok chides him teasingly for it but Seokjin really can’t help it, especially when it’s about his cooking. But now that he’s done it again, Seokjin feels a flush creeping up his neck, embarrassment setting in two paces too late. Belatedly, Seokjin realises that he not only offloaded his sob story on a stranger, but also came out to him. Great job, Seokjin, great job.

"He doesn’t know how much he’s missing out then.” Seokjin glances up, surprised. The boy’s gaze is on him, steady and calm.

“What?” Seokjin says.

“I would never have broken up with you over homemade kimchi,” the boy replies. There’s a beat of silence, before the boy colors, eyes widening at the realization of the implication behind his words. “I-I mean, I uhh, Taehyung says you’re amazing at cooking, I can’t even trust myself with a stove and I only do microwaves so… umm… no, what I meant-”

This time Seokjin cuts him off with a hand around the boy’s wrist. The boy’s ramble trails off and Seokjin smiles the first real one he’s had in two week. As much as Seokjin loved the boy’s calming presence before, he finds this flustered side of him undeniably adorable. God, he’s got it bad this time, and it isn’t even the alcohol thinking, Seokjin is sure.

“I’ve still got some kimchi for stew left,” Seokjin starts. “And my apartment is in the block next door. Care to join me for supper?"

The boy locks gaze with Seokjin, surprise evident on his face. "You’d cook for me?"

Seokjin nods, grinning despite the tightness in his cheeks from crying. "Come on, let me grab a few things and we can head back. By the way, I never got your name."

"Kim Namjoon, sophomore, English major” the boy says. “And you’re saving me from microwavable mac and cheese.” Seokjin laughs at that and Namjoon flashes him a dimpling smile. Seokjin thinks he can definitely get used to a smile like that.

“Call me hyung,” he replies. “And you’re helping me with my English script in exchange for the free food."

Seokjin decides then that this grocery run, is maybe the best idea Seokjin has had.

A/N: This prompt honestly caught my attention when I first looked at the prompt list because it’s kind of funny and cute all at once, so thank you so much annonie for choosing this prompt! (and namjin!! bc awkwardly-cute and kind namjoon is too hard to resist ♡)

Send me a prompt and a bangtan pairing, I’ll write you a short fic ♡

#networkbangtan #armiesnet #jinseoknet #rapmon-net #rapperlinenet #replies #anon #namjin #namjoon #seokjin #storyboard #bts #bangtan #bts fanfic #i'm sorry if i'm not that good at fluff stuff #i'm not sure if i did this prompt justice >_<

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pbpress · 4 years

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Blood Candy: Chapters 5 and 6

By Ruqayyah Pickel

[Chapter 5]

The night was worse than expected.

I had gotten started on the essay at around 5pm.

It was now nearly 1am.

To make matters worse, school would be cancelled on Friday due to an expected hurricane. Because of this, the essay was now due tomorrow--or today, rather.

Why not just make the essay due on Monday? I thought furiously. We did spend quite some time going over the book in class, but in all honesty I had dozed off through many of the discussions. Even for a book about vampires, everything about this unit was boring.

I could barely keep my eyes away as I stared at the computer screen.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp and forceful *click* as my door slowly creaked open.

My door, in case you forgot, had been locked.

I turned around.

I just wanna go to sleep…

There was Seb, peering through the crack in the doorway.

“Seb…” I said drowsily, “It’s 1am. Please, go to bed. I’m so tired.”

Seb closed the door back. I tried locking it again…but for some reason the door still opened.

Of course he broke the lock… I thought bitterly. But how did he get that strength…? Aren’t sick people normally supposed to be weak from their illness?

…and that Seb felt better by morning.

“OW!” I cried. “Seb! What are you—“ I pulled my arm away, but Seb held on tight to my wrist. His breathing had only gotten faster, heavier and more labored, and he stared at me with wide, focused, and…red…eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness. A ravenous smile crept across his face as he suddenly pulled out the small knife that was in his other hand, still grabbing my arm with his other hand. His rapid and heavy breathing had turned into manic giggling as I just barely managed to pull my arm away, unfortunately cutting my finger on the knife Seb wielded. Immediately, Seb’s attention switched to the blood on his knife—my blood—as he tasted it.

You read that correctly. My best friend had just tasted my blood.

“You…freak…” I muttered. Seb turned to me suddenly, and I burst out of the room and down the dark hallway, desperately fumbling my way through the darkness.

Unfortunately, my closet doors were incredibly creaky.

My heart rate increased almost exponentially as I heard distant footsteps growing closer.

He’s gonna check the closet he’s gonna check the closet he’s gonna check the closet-

Of course he will. He’s seen movies.

Thoughts and questions started spinning through my head endlessly. How did this happen? Why is he doing this? Did I do something wrong?

Seb’s footsteps started to fade off a bit. I checked my pocket for my phone—

Nothing.

Dammit.

I listened out for Seb’s footsteps, slowly cracking the closet door open just wide enough so I could easily sneak out. As the closet door creaked open, the footsteps stopped.

He knows he knows he knows he knows-

Did he know I was here…?

Unfortunately, the police in my area didn’t have a text-to-911 system, so if I was going to contact them, I would have no choice but to call.

So I texted my mom instead.

“don’t come to the house until i tell you to,” I messaged her, “seb is trying to kill me”

There was no response for about a minute.

“Is this a prank?” she finally responded.

“no i’m serious he has a knife”

“I want to believe you,” she asked, “but he wouldn’t do something like that. He’s not that kind of person, sweetheart.”

“JUST CALL THE COPS MOM,” I demanded, “YOU KNOW I WOULDN’T LIE ABOUT THIS”

“the closet in seb’s room, it’s the last place he would check”

“Good. Stay there. I’m going to call the police in a few minutes. Please try to hold out until then.”

But it didn’t take long for me to figure out. The only reason it was so unfamiliar was because I was never in this kind of situation before.

I knew what this feeling was.

This was fear. Pure, raw fear.

But a piece of candy wouldn’t do this…right?

I picked up my phone and sent one more message to mom.

“i love you”

Suddenly, a kitchen knife shot through the closet door just inches from my face. I dropped my phone, startled, before I could hit the send button. Both doors swung open as Seb removed the knife. A furious grimace crossed his face as he aimed the knife at me once more.

That’s when I noticed something about his eyes--they had changed again.

His once red eyes had turned into a red and white spiral akin to the pattern of a peppermint.

At least he would’ve just been unconscious.

I almost just wanted to not say anything…I didn’t want my friend to get in trouble. It wasn’t even his fault, or at least I don’t think it is…As I sat on the couch, trying to still my thundering heart, I contemplated which scenario was more likely: that Seb hated me so much that he wanted to kill me and had been harboring it for who-knows-how-long, or that a piece of hard cherry candy turned my best friend for over 11 years into a ruthless killing machine who wanted nothing more than to drain every last ounce of blood out of my system. I didn’t want to admit that either of them could be a possibility…but I knew of no drug that could possibly make people bloodthirsty.

So yeah. The thought of a piece of candy turning him insane—though not necessarily impossible—seemed pretty foreign.

I didn’t want to say anything. I didn’t want to blame him.

But I had to say something. Even then, I still didn’t blame him.

Exhausted, exasperated, and terrified, I collapsed in Seb’s bed and hoped that I woke up the next morning.

——————

[Chapter 6]

Good news: I did actually wake up that morning.

Bad news: I missed the bus.

The first thing I did was check my phone. Well, this was standard procedure for me, but instead of checking Twitter, I checked my messages. My mom texted me at around 5am with this message:

“Hey, sweetheart. I know you’re probably asleep right now. I got in the house (I know you told me not to, but the cops said they’d be there around the time I would get back and I wanted to meet them there) and, of course, the first thing I did was check on you. I’m sure the relief I felt when I saw that you were alive is obvious, but that’s not the point of this message. I don’t mean to alarm you, but we got here at about 4:30am-ish and we couldn’t find Seb anywhere in the house. The police launched an investigation throughout the area.

Before leaving the house, I took one last look around to see where Seb was.

It was only when I began closing the door to the guest room did I notice that the closet door was cracked open, the padlock released. It wasn’t broken, I noted when I went to examine it, but there was a black key on the floor next to it that I had never seen before.

I immediately grabbed my stuff, locked the door, and ran to the elevator of the apartment, checking the time. I only had a minute to get to the bus stop, so I opted to take the stairs instead. I ran down all 4 flights of stairs and made a beeline for the bus stop—only to find that it had already taken off.

I took an Uber to school that day. The entire time, my mind raced with possible theories as to how Seb had gotten out.

I hated every single one of the conclusions I had managed to come up with.

I arrived in class 10 minutes later. Fortunately study hall was my first class, so I decided I would take that time to get an extra nap in and make up for the lost hours of sleep. To hell with the Dracula essay, I thought. I can make it up later.

I looked around the classroom for a seat and found my friend Akira, the researcher for AkiSeb Theories. She was fairly easy to spot in a crowd; she always wore that same dark gray anorak jacket with a thistle-colored, heart shaped patch that she had woven onto her jacket sleeve after it got torn one day.

Thank God, I thought. I really needed someone to talk to.

I had met Akira in seventh grade. She was surprisingly social, despite having a relatively small amount of friends. We became fast friends, although we never really became too close until freshman year of high school. One day, she suddenly asked to sit with me and Seb at lunch, clearly distressed. Curious, but deciding not to intrude, I said yes.

Throughout these two and a half years of being close friends with Akira, I had eventually come to the conclusion that she was basically the middle ground for Seb and I. She was analytical, but also imaginative--the mind of an ace detective, and perfect for a conspiracy blog. She wasn’t too idealistic to the point where she would sound like a maniac trying to explain one of Seb’s theories to a normal person, but also not too logical as to rule out Seb’s theories entirely. That’s why I suggested that she join Seb as the researcher for his website when he first started it in eighth grade (my mom helped him set it up when he was over at my house one weekend).

She was tying her short, black, undercut hair in a ponytail. Her laptop was out, probably writing notes for a new conspiracy for the blog.

“Akira!” I said.

Akira turned to me with a tired smile.

“What’s up, DK?” she teased.

“I told you not to call me that,” I sighed.

“And I told you to start your essay early,” Akira retorted, finishing the ponytail and going back to her work, “but here we are. I’m assuming you stayed up till 3am working on it again?”

“For your information, I stayed up until 1am working on it. I ended up actually going to bed at 3:30-ish because Seb tried to kill me last night.”

Much to my annoyance, though I wasn’t surprised in the slightest, Akira laughed. Anyone who knew that me and Seb were incredibly close, which a lot of people did, would never have guessed that he would ever try to kill me for real--not only because he was my best friend, but because the dude couldn’t even lift his own laundry basket.

“You really let a skinny little kid like him get the best of you?” she joked. “Didn’t you tell me you always used to kick his butt when you guys were play fighting when you were, like, 6 years old?”

I shot her a glare. “I’m serious. Plus, he’s seventeen. He’s not so weak anymore.”

Akira froze, the teasing smile dropping from her face.

“Come again?” she said.

“Okay, it’s a fairly long story but…” I said, taking a deep breath, “y’know how I got my blood drawn yesterday? Yeah, I got this doctor named Jasper Kermit who gave me this red candy thing after the bloodwork to ‘keep my energy up’ but I gave it to Sebs instead because you know I’m not one for sweets but when Sebs ate it he started acting weird and his driving skills seemed impaired and he kept getting into crashes almost so I took an Uber and then he tailed us home and then when we finally got home I yelled at him and--“

“Okay, okay, slow down,” Akira said. “Breathe. Start from the beginning.”

I took another deep breath, retold the first part of the story more slowly, and then continued.

“I came to the conclusion that he may have been sick or something. There was no way he’d get us into a crash on purpose, right? Sure, Seb’s a little bit of a reckless driver, but he’s not that bad. Anyway, I went out for a walk and tried to schedule another appointment—“

“Not at the same doctor’s office though, right?” Akira asked.

I paused.

“Uhhhh…” I stammered. Akira facepalmed.

“Dakota, you know I love you, buddy, but you can be a real moron sometimes.” She sighed. “That candy was probably drugged. Actually…maybe you’re good. As long as you got another doctor.”

“That’s the thing,” I said, my voice quivering slightly. “It was Jasper that picked up the phone.”

“The one that spiked the candy? Great.”

“I asked him about it and if there were any allergens but he was being all cryptic…” I fidgeted with a pencil on the desk.

“Did anything else happen?” Akira asked, her once cynical look turning softer.

“Yes.” I continued to fidget the pencil, only faster this time. “That night, I worked on the essay and fell asleep at midnight, and I woke up to find Sebs just…caressing my wrist with a knife in his hand…”

“…oh God…”

“…he tried to…” I took another deep breath. “…he ended up cutting my finger instead, and he…he licked my blood off of the knife.”

Akira’s dark eyes widened.

“He ended up cornering me at one point…” I continued, “…but I managed to fend him off. I ended up KO’ing him with a baseball bat, and I trapped him in the closet for the night. I barely managed to get any sleep…I’m so tired, but also still shaken up. I’m drifting between falling asleep and being unable to sleep.”

Akira stood up and embraced me in a tight hug.

“You can stay with me and my parents for the time being, if you’d like,” she offered.

I nodded, returning the hug.

“That doctor told me if I wanted to know about the candy, I’d have to go in and find out myself.” I clutched the pencil tight. “But I don’t want to face that dude again.”

“You don’t have to, y’know,” another female voice said. “At least, not alone.”

Akira and I let go of each other and turned around to face the famously lavender-clad, infamously enigmatic Kaveri Vigil.

Now, despite being in this school for four years now, she hasn’t managed to make many friends. At least…not any close ones, none except for Akira. I only met Kaveri once, and that was when I ran into her and Akira at the mall in freshman year when Kaveri dyed her hair for the first time. She was...fairly quiet around me, but as the pair of friends left, the raven-haired girl was talking up an absolute storm--though nothing bad about me, I assumed. In all honesty, if I hadn’t had Seb, then I would’ve been rather envious of Akira and Kaveri’s close relationship.

Rumor has it that she became a lot more anti-social after a ‘family emergency’ that dismissed her from school for the rest of freshman year--around the same time, actually, that Akira started speaking to me more. When Kaveri came back in the middle of sophomore year, she refused to speak to anyone unless she absolutely had to. She even cut several of her classes. It was a miracle she hadn’t been suspended, or worse, expelled. When I asked Akira about her, she refused to speak on the matter. At one point, when I tried asking her again, she seemed to have no clue who I was talking about.

To Akira, Kaveri was practically a stranger. Akira was never the type to make enemies, and it didn’t seem as if Kaveri was either--so for Akira to greet her so venomously was...more than just a little jarring.

“Vigil,” Akira hissed. “I thought you were a recluse. Why come to a pair of unknown loners now?”

Kaveri ignored Akira’s attitude and said, “Don’t get it twisted. I overheard your conversation, and I think it may come in handy for my own theory I’ve been piecing together.”

“…you think you know what’s going on with Sebs?” I asked.

“Maybe. And if we’re lucky, we may be able to save him. However, I’m going to need some help.”

Akira shot Kaveri a glare.

“Oh, now you need my help,” she snapped. “What would you know about this kind of stuff, anyways?

“More than you could ever know,” she answered bitterly.

Akira only shot a glare at her in response, looking like she was biting back the urge to say something else.

“Like I said, don’t get it twisted. I’ll go back to ‘shutting myself out’ once I get to the bottom of this,” Kaveri continued with a rather sarcastic tone toward the end.

I looked at Akira and Kaveri. What’s their deal? I wondered.

“I’d be glad to have some help,” I said. “Let’s meet after school, okay?”

Kaveri nodded, and walked away without another word. I turned to Akira, who had an annoyed expression on her face. She looked back at me, softening a little.

“Do yourself a favor,” she said, “and please don’t ask.”

I didn’t. I understood the value of privacy well.

The rest of the day, I could barely focus in class. If I wasn’t falling asleep, I was doodling stuff from last night—Seb’s spiral eyes, Jasper’s cunning grin, a couple of vampires...

All day, the same question crossed my mind:

If Jasper did, in fact, do this...what in the world did he put in that candy to make Seb want to kill me?

#poetryfiction #ruqayyah pickel

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Drug Dependency, a 911 call, and Pulmonary Embolism, oh my!

So its currently 1:40, and I have been wanting to type this out for a wee minute. Tumblr continues to be my place where I do my personal diary-like entries where I can place my personal thoughts as well as things that have happened that are big events. And let me tell you, things have been big as of late. Its been personally charged with all sorts of different emotions as life has been going on. I’ve been through a lot since the end of May, and to say I am still alive now is an understatement. I’m truly blessed, truly lucky, just..here. So, lets start with the fact that I totally admitted to my mom that I wanted to kill myself and that I was scared to go back home because of all the sharp untensils around the houe. Yeah, I was not in a stable bit of mind at all. I just had my heart ripped out of my chest the day before due to finally telling the girl I like how I feel- and she didnt feel the same. God damn. That was a stab to every pore into me. My mother didnt know what to do so we went through the pain tasking of getting into norwood. But honestly, getting my heart broken was not what triggered me to be suicidal. It was a calamity of factors all rushed together which caused it to be.

Norwood is the psych-ward of Wood County, pretty much.

After umteen hours of having to sit around in an emergency room, I was finally allowed to head over to the psych-ward. In the ER though, they were doing all sorts of fancy tests left and right. I had no idea what in the living hell was going on to be honest with you. It was like as if that day was all an entire blur. Right before I went in, I had like three double cheeseburgers from Burgerking because I was damn well starving.

Once I got to the Psych-ward we had to go through the usuaul spcheel of papers and insurance talk. I'd glance at my mother whom was very worried about me. I could see the tears swelling up in her eyes, wondering what her boy was going to do, how to live, the racing thoughts in her eyes. I know she was going to be okay. I needed "help", big time.

Well, that help turned into a disaster. Trust me when you read more into the story why I say that. Thankfully I am here typing this out and alive for people to know what happened.

So I got admitted. Had to wear a bracelet. number 12964. Took drugs within the facility. Couldnt wear my jewelry, nor my piercings. Ate their horrible food but also along the way meant some amazing people that I never expected. We'd play board games like apple to apples, which is like a safe version of a inappropriate group card game. Constantly was bored to the point I poored all my thoughts into writing in a notebook. Spoke with the main psychiatrist and he was a hardass and could barely understand me as a person. Shoved a cocktail of drugs in my direction and my mother noticed right away how said pills were making me into a zombie. Boy, how true that is. Thats when the slurred speech was starting to happen and it all fell into place from there. I even told the main psychiatrist that I was having side effects but all he did was switch the times I take it. Completly idiotic. As people have told me, I was taking far too much instead of being weaned into it.

However, I do give credit where its due. The therapy side of things when I was in there was worth while, and gave me a bit of an eye opener to what I need to work on in life and then some. So kudos to the wonderful ladies in there, (especially the hella attractive blonde I'd always eye on and make her try to blush).

Well, I made it out of there alive and well. I remember the first day coming back and crying tears of joy but also concern because of the gabapentin. I also remember I believe that I got pizza hut for lunch because I didnt have pizza for like 9 days straight. You know how that can get to a man, not to be able to have pizza?! Its maddening! I went to the nut farm only to go more crazy..for pizza! I also remember my sister giving me a pink shirt when I was in there and now look, I have two hot pink shirts in my collection- hell I'm wearing it right now! Who would of thought!. It was good to lay in bed with my own pillow- as if the world shut off and bliss took over.

Everything went back to normal somewhat. I started to go back to work regularly- only for Chris to immediatly go on his national guard dutie which was going to be for 2 weeks straight. At first, I thought it would be nothing. I've worked a month straight in the past with no problems but the other problem was tatiana going on her California trip, so there was mistakes and stuff being done and could not be fixed right away because she is the higher-up that speaks with Jesse. Tara took over her shift while she was gone for vacation, I took over Chris and Eileen and Sheree did their thang.

Well, this is when the withdrawl and side effects began. The first week was okay! I was following suit on the pills, but they were causing issues because I was taking them as if I was a daytime person and I'm not- I'm a night time person due to my life-style and job. So what am I suppose to do! I didnt notice really anything going on except this naggingness going on with my mouth. I thought it was just my back out of wack causing the weirdness but I was wrong. I was able to throw like normal, in fact I was doing nearly a trickcircle a day. Just had a fresh new haircut happen..life was normal until...

All of a sudden, the effects started to effect me. I started to have muscle rigidity/stiffness. My mouth was constantly being dry and muscus would collect. My breathing was shallow. I could barely walk to the point I was shuffling my feet. I was profusely sweating to the point my shirts were getting drenched with sweat. I was panicky and constantly worrieing about stuff. Insomnia was striking me to the core. My decision making was flawed. My vision was getting blurry. My speech was slurrying because my left side of my face was going numb. My left arm was getting weak. The panic tremors. I'd break down to random tears over basic things that I couldnt too.

The one thing that bothered me was the pity look I'd get from guests when they saw that I was struggling hard. I'll never forget the looks I'd get from my coworkers too.

So that is what I was dealing with the past five weeks. It wasn't pretty. It wasnt fun. It was FUCKING HELL. In that time frame June 17th I did go to the emergency room because we were trying to figure out what was going on. I couldn't see my shrink until July 18th because he decided to take a mini vacation out of the blue. Neither michelle the nurse of Dr Shein nor the main dude I met at the ER could help, merely to state that I needed to wean off the gabapetin completely. There was no hope in sight at all. The Doc outright told us they do not handle with medications that involved psychiatric care. On June 19th, My mother couldn't take it anymore and went through the hospital at the information desk to file a complaint against behavior health due to their malcontent on not giving us any answers at all. To file through the customer resolution center., to which they were fairly nice on the phone when she spoke with them. Magically, all of a sudden a opening happen with Doctor Shein and I got to see him. My mother had spoke most of the time because at that point my mouth was too numb for me to be understood. He planned to go after this aggressively, where I was cut off the bentzprine and Ambilify that day. and reduced down to just 1 pill for the gabapetin. Thank god I spoke with him because I had no idea what was going on. He was convinced I had Akathisia due to the depenedency on the pills which is true.

Akathisia is when your body has a feeling of wanting to be in constant motion. This would make sense considering I could barely be able to relax and sleep, barely be able to sit still and be in a zen like quality. It was like there was an innner restlessness.

And then the last day, 17 days straight of working, on June 27th during the night I had to check in a guest after audit around 1am. Not too big of an issue except for the fact I could barely think and my only thoughts were to stay awake and keep moving. I could barly do the pillowcases let alone stand but I was striving. I checked her in and even she knew something was wrong with me. I kept repeatedly telling her I will go as fast as I can and she understood. She was really nice to me. So, a couple hours go by, and two men in a silver van show up around 2:30 asking for this specific lady. I call down the room to ask her if I could send them down and she said it as okay.

At around 3 a 911 call showed up on the console phone. So as my job I have to immediatly see what is going on and to see what I can do to help. I was already panicking because I wasn't getting my work done fast enough. There was things to be done but due to my muscles crunching up I could barely move. Well, I trenched on to the room- all the while sweating more and more, and not being able to breathe the best. By the time I got down there, they had the door open and all three were yelling at eachother accusing eachother of stuff. Well, she said she called the cops against these two so I started to walk back towards the frontdesk. Well, she started yelling at them to leave, so they agreed and started following me- well as I was walking up there I saw the cops coming in and they were looking for me so I had to run back. I have ashma so that started to kick in even more.

Once I got to the frontdesk I was sweating bullets, the cops were speaking with the lady and two men to figure out what was all going on. Pam popped in to see what the hell is going on only to see me sitting in the corner trying to regain my air which I wasn't. After awhile the cops switched to their attention to me asking if I'm okay, asking if I looked like I needed to go to the emergency room, asking if I needed an ambulence. All the while, Pam is trying to get a hold of my mother whom was out in the kitchen feeding the cat but eventually did get her after I agreed to going to the Emergency room. They had the paramedics come in and do various tests to which they all agreed to ask me to go, so they propped me on the board as I am asking "Can you guys even lift me?" to which then all of a sudden I heard a hydralic sound. So that answered that. They popped me in the ambulence all the while Pam is trying to get in touch with Tara to come in due to all that is happening. She eventually did.

From 4 something in the morning until god knowns how long I was in the emergency room. Just like before it felt like forever in an umcomfortable bed. I got poked and prodded like a human pin cushion and had my blood pressure taken a few million times. They did various tests, I had a CT Scan, X-rays in various parts of my body, even was asked to do a piss test in a container which I couldnt not do. I can never do piss tests it seems, especially while sitting down. Eventually did though when they moved me but still. My blood pressure during my time there was through the roof because I was so anxiety filled. Anyways, we spoke with the main doctor that was on board about the muscle stiffness and everything and he outright told us Gabapetin would not be doing these kinds of side effects that he would know of. But he did suspect Amblify might, he was looking into everything he could and was a bit dumbfounded. We even suggested to do lymes disease test due to that notion.

Well, they still wanted me for tests and told me that I had to stay overnight. I was so damn tired, with the run of insomnia and the constant sweating being overly abundant. I remember at one point I made the comment "If I wanted to kill myself, this would be the moment instead of what I said to you.". Only made my mother more in agnony but it was the truth in all damn honestly. After all I have been through, I really did want to die. I was taken off my bupropion meds, and then being tapered off the Gabapetin. I tried to eat the shitty food my mother ordered for me from the cafeteria, but

That night, they told me of some of the things going on. I was barely able to comprehend though and admittly didnt remember when I spoke with the main doctor. But, I was told I had blood clots in my legs, the serious kind. And then something even more scarey- pulmonary embolism. Bloodclots in the lungs. This was some serious shit that I was in. I was put on warfarin immediatly, a blood thinner pill. I had heard of this pill because my grandma is currently on it. They spoke of the risk factors of blood clots and a plethora of other things. All I could do this sit there and take it in that my life has changed in a way I could not put into mere words.

I couldnt sleep a blink as of how umcomfortable I was. I just wanted to get up to walk, but at the same time trapped into a bed. I just laid there blinking my eyes trying to rest but sleep would not come to me. Nearly every two hours they would come in to do some form of tests whether blood pressure or stealing my blood. It was hell just sitting there being a pin cushion and bruising more and more. I think I may of got sleep but could not remember.

I did eventually get out. I had a little together with the physical theraphy side and they tested out my strengths to see if I needed it. At the time I firmly believe I needed it but they said no. I passed the various tests they gave like walking. At that point my mother was going to give me my dads old walker due to my walking. All I could do was shuffle my feet and walk short distances. They gave me various physical theraphy papers for me to do, which at the time I was serious about- I'd dot them all. and I was finally out. Took me a little while to finally get out of the emergency room, hell it took forever to even get my clothes on but I did eventually. I was also told I had two weeks off medical leave from work- which I was super worried because no one else could do the auditing. But whats a guy to do if they say you can work? I finally got to go home, what a relief! But that was only half the battle.

When I got home, it felt like relief but really that was a disguise. Because now I knew I had to do the physical therapy, I had to put the work in somehow. The next two weeks were brutal because here is me- not had that length amount of time off with the condition I was in. I couldnt yoyo, could barely sit, sweating all the time and the other issues at hand- it was hell. I was truly fearing that I could never be able to play yoyo ever again, that was a nightmare to me. My body was absorbing energy from me, because my stomach shrunk so small I could barely eat like I used to. I eat a lot, I'm a big boy and to go from eating like 4000 calories down to just 500 a day, that REALLY makes a dent in your system.. Over the course of five weeks I had lost over 50 LBS and that is truly not a joke.

My mother was my rock through it all as well as my drill sargent. She'd make me go out and do the walkin I desperately needed to wake my muscles. She helped me with my arm exercises and drilled it in to me about the water. I thank my all for her because I constantly was asking for hugs, annoying her because I couldnt sit still in my room and always panicking which she would come in to make me calm down my breathing.

Everyday I was chipping away at the meds to get out of my system, to flush out. I even went out to see my family at Dexterville campsite for the 4th of July for a little bit and due to my walking and stature, I could only be out there a little bit. The weather was not agreeing with me and sweating so much was a hassle. We even stopped at the dexter drive in to get ice-cream, and due to my mouth being numb it was hard to eat the icecream which was getting all over my face. Certain parts of my body would get better before other spots. Everyday was the same literally- Zelda Breath The Wild was my muse- my only thing I could really do but even then games were difficult because my fingers would not work functionally.

Went to see a check up with my regular doctor- and we discussed about the fact due to my family history with bloodclots how I will probably be on Warfarin for the rest of my life. Talked about my detoxing and also had a few other questions. There was confusion about my work release that we needed to get settled so the following monday June 10th, we made a trip back to Doctor Hameime to get it settled.

When it came time to finally go back to work- most of the detoxication happened. My body was freeing itself from the clutches of the drugs. All of those things I mentioned that happened to me was finally coming off of me except for the weakness in my left arm which as of this moment of typing this, is back to normal. Since last Wednesday, I've been throwing yoyo like mad which has brought back the muscle memory. Tatiana was certainly happy to see me, as the girls were running ragged due to it just being Tara, Sheree, and Eileen. They did it, and I am so proud of them. I still feel bad for having this all happen, I wish my body would of continued and we would of never had issues, but things dont always work that way.

I've just had my first work week and on Sunday I finally got to see Tara. We were discussing all that happened with my life and such and even she noticed. She outright told me "Dan, I could tell something was wrong and I really wanted to tell you to just go back home because you are in no shape to work but I didn't". Its true, due to not being able to speak properly, my eyes being in a glaze, and not walking or moving properly- I should of got released but I'm too stubborn for that plus due to no back up relief..whats a guy to do?

Tuesday I had back to back appointments. I got to see my therapist plus I got to see my psychiatrist all rolled into one. For the therapy side one of the first things Mr Bauss said was "You're glowing today, you are a completely different person since I saw you", which is true. I was feeling pretty damn good to be honest with you, I was calm and collected and could articulate and speak my thoughts properly this time versus two weeks ago when I could barely even sit down. We spoke for an hour of the homework I recieved from him, and he would add in little things that opened up my eyes that made me feel good about myself. Seeing Dr Shein the psychiatrist was also good, because he had seen all the improvement I had versus the last I spoke with him. I had to speak with him about about what happened at work with the 911 call, and eventually that call was for me and had to go to the emergency room, being diagnosed with bloodclots in the legs and lungs and going through detox. It was tough to speak of but I was feeling damned good that it was coming out smoothly, even with the attractive student he had there. In the end, he was right. and with that said...

Sometimes, miracles really do work in mysterious ways.

End. Until next time.

#drug dependency #detoxication #911 #personal #story #diary #bloodclots #health #work #July #2017

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