#IM NOT EVEN FREAKED OUT OVER IT ANYMORE IM STILL A LITTLE SHAKEN IM JUST PISSED

[memorymistress]

{jeon yeo-bin, 28, cis woman, she/her} || min-ji nam is a mutant with the ability of memory manipulation they’ve been in new york for two years where they spend most of their time as mortician. when i think of them, i think of the name of a childhood friend you can’t quite remember, ink bleeding through a page, hands that don’t warm up, a long black coat with two buttons missing.

nam min-ji was the first child and only daughter to two loving parents.  she’s born in a small fishing town in korea. she’d remain an only child for four years, until her brother was born. her first seven years were unremarkable, then her parents pack everything and move to america for a work opportunity for her dad. she has an eidetic memory, which helped a lot during her schooling. she speaks two languages: korean and english, along with a small bit of french thanks to a required high school class. her life is normal, and she pursues a degree in chemistry with a minor in photography, and the former would lead to her pursuing an associate’s degree in mortuary science. after seven years of college, she’d shadow a local funeral director for a full year before going off on her own. her work has taken her all sorts of cities, even back to korea for a short stint. now, she’s back home in new york, running her own funeral parlor for the past two years. 

those are the facts. that’s her life story. 

it’s all wrong. 

nam min-ji was the first and only daughter to two loving parents. she’s born in a small fishing town in korea. she’d remain an only child for four years, until her brother was born. when she was five, she started a game that would entertain her friends and other neighborhood kids. if she touched their hand, she could tell them what they had for breakfast, what their mother had told them earlier in the day word for word, or what they’d gotten for their last birthday. the kids were amazed at min-ji’s ability, and begged for her to teach them. she’d just smile. by six, kids would come up to her in school for help remembering where their house was, what the teacher had said an hour beforehand, or other things their little minds couldn’t quite recall. but min-ji always could. 

the fun and games ended when her teacher noticed how children flitted to and from her desk. she wanted to know what was going on, as the disruptions were becoming a nuisance. min-ji, a little kid and proud of what she could do, wanted to show off to the adult. she grabbed her hand. images filled her head of a man yelling, and she could hear her teacher yelling back, something about money and cheating. min-ji frowned at her teacher, and repeated the exact words the man had used at her. the adult flinched and looked at her in horror. 

it was the beginning of the end. 

she’s sent to the headmaster’s office. neither them or the teacher could decide what was there to do about her. was she spying on the teacher? had her parent’s heard and told her? any rational conclusion couldn’t fit as how had the girl been able to say exactly what the teacher’s husband had? at the mention of touch causing it, they came to one solution: min-ji could no longer have skin to skin contact at school. she was to come everyday in gloves.

little min-ji became a pariah in a matter of days. there were whispers of what caused her new daily accessory, why the teacher wouldn’t even look in her direction anymore, if her ability to look in the past was actually a curse. her parents took her to different doctors, all of which had no clue what caused min-ji’s abilities. 

a year after her incident at school, a group of kids a grade older than her cornered min-ji in alley. they grabbed her hand and yanked a glove off. 

“show us your magic trick, freak.” 

min-ji, in tears and scared as the other kids pushed and smacked her head, discovered a new skill she had. as her hand was placed in one of bully’s, she saw a blur of memories and shut her eyes tight. she wanted it all to stop. stop. stop. STOP. and then it did. she was back in her own mind, and a sense of calmness washed over her. the other kid wasn’t so lucky. he dropped her hand and looked around. 

“where am i?” their group’s eyes widened. “who are you?” he questioned. unable to understand what was going on, the children screeched, one pulling on their now confused friend away from her. 

“get away from her! get away!” they yelled to each other. 

word was spread around. the boys’ parents are furious, claimed min-ji cursed their son. the entire town was aware of min-ji’s...quirk now, and they were furious. nothing her parents said could soothe the angry mob. a sympathetic doctor had contacted them, and let them know of a school that taught children like her in new york. her parents had no other choice, as they were just as worried about their daughter as much as their neighbors were scared of her. 

within the next few months, her family were moved to a two bedroom apartment in new york. in another week, min-ji was enrolled in the xavier institute. the harassment from their town, move, and overall culture shock of a new place had shaken min-ji. she didn’t understand what made her so different, made her so hated. 

slowly, she became to understand it. as she met the other kids, she could see their various talents and how hers weren’t just an everyday oddity. for awhile, things improved. she still wore her gloves, but with one on one teacher instructions, she learned to control and sharpen her abilities. there were still bumps and dives in the road, but nothing too bad. 

then, she took off her gloves one day. she’d met someone she’d wanted to hold hands with, to touch without fabric as a barrier. it was a mistake. she wasn’t ready. 

her excitement caused her to push her own memories onto her current crush, so much so they felt like they were experiencing it. for the first time in more than half a decade, she saw the emotion she saw in those kids’ eyes in the alley. fear. 

the other students started to avoid her. they’d flinch if she even brushed past. they were all different, but now people realized fully what min-ji could, the extent of it. how do you know if your memories are your own? is she messing with us right now? i feel like i’m forgetting everytime i’m in a room with her. min-ji realized even mutants couldn’t resist acting on their panic. 

still, there were a couple of people who stayed by her side, were friends with her. it didn’t ease the sting of people being scared of her entirely, but it helped her cope. as soon as she graduated, she was out of there. professor xavier had been kind enough to pay for her schooling to a university. she flourished there as no one knew she was any different. her parents were proud, happy that she’d grown up to be the woman she was. they found her choice of career a bit funny, but were glad she knew what she wanted to do. 

it’s during her year shadowing a funeral director things are thrown awry. the president confirms the existence of mutants. people will find out. they always want to know why she wore the gloves. 

with mutants coming out of the shadows, she panicked even moreso. she left the city, wanting as much distance between her and the school as possible. then, she couldn’t run anymore. she was in charge of someone who turned out to be a mutant, as well as their friends who attended the service. one had the ability to see other people’s mutation. he pulled her aside, began peppering her with questions. her repeated denial was met with an invitation. they had a group of mutants, people to test their powers with. if you don’t let it out once in awhile, you’ll explode. that conversation kept her up for weeks, until she finally gave in. it was uncomfortable at first, as she was resistant to revealing her abilities. when she did, it wasn’t fright that met her. it was amazement. 

she’s thriving again, but this time as herself. her true self. everything was going well, she was happier than ever. her powers weren’t a curse. they could make people happy, make her happy, like they had as a child.  

but she started to use it too much. she overexerted herself. she began having ideas, ways to speed up mutant acceptance. as she discovered she didn’t even need to touch people to look into their memories, to change it. why couldn’t i just meet the president, rewrite his history so he comes up with stronger mandates for mutant protection? some were for it, most were wary. you’re going off the deep end. take a step back. she didn’t care, she had a gift and wanted to use it. the amount of bodies coming into the parlor that were mutants had skyrocketed over the years. something had to be done.

the group agreed, just not with her. a plan was made with the other telepath among them as the main player. with their abilities, as min-ji slept one night, they put a stop to min-ji’s fantastical plans by erasing her knowledge she was a mutant at all. it took some time, to fill such a large part of her life enough that she wouldn’t be suspicious. 

it worked. min-ji started over without knowing it, and has been living that way for the past eight months. she wore gloves because her hands were always cold. i was born to be a mortician, huh? she’d joke to people once she told them her line of work. it’s normal. she’s normal. nothing could change that. right? 

okay so hi! i would love to plot with everyone and write with everyone! i’m izzy aka bells (i answer to either!) my discord is gaytendo#6961 or you can im me on here!! i can’t wait to write and talk with all of you!!

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[kaunis-sielu]

Teacher, Teacher: 21

The week off was perfect. The fact that you get to spend the whole time with Steve is even better. It’s comfortable, you, Steve and Minnie. You’re even more relieved when Steve tells you that the phone call he had been on was with Carol and Mr. Yondu letting him know that he wasn’t being investigated for anything and that he was in the clear.

The last two weeks of the year before winter break are a breeze. Your kids are as good as you can expect them to be just before the holidays. Amazingly on the last Thursday of the year it snows so heavily that the plows can’t get the roads clear before school and Superintendent Pierce decides to have a snow day.

Tonight you’re having a dinner party for the team, your traditional “we survived the holiday season” party. Steve had offered to host it at his house, the layout was bigger and more open so you’d been more than okay with moving the party to his house.

“What time is it?” You call from the bathroom as you swipe on some mascara.

“Ten to!” Steve calls back as the doorbell rings.

“Do you need me to get that?”

“Yes please!” He calls back and you make your way to the door. You’re not surprised to see Nat and Clint have arrived first.

“Hey, hope we’re not too early.”

“No, you’re good. Steve should be down in second. He’s been cooking.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Nat teases and you roll your eyes at her.

“Coats can go here.” You tell them sliding the barn door open. You take the container of pasta salad from Clint as they shrug off their coats. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“I’m good,” Clint says as you lead them into the kitchen. Steve comes down the stairs in this gorgeous white cable knit sweater and you’re momentarily shaken with how good he looks.

Thor and Sif are next, Hope is only minutes behind, Bucky shows up ten minutes late but just lets himself in. You’re sitting next to Sif when she passes you one of the dishes and you almost drop the mashed potatoes in your lap.

“Oh my god!” You practically throw the bowl on the table. “Thor! Sif! Oh my god!” You grab Sif’s hand and gawk at the sparkling diamond.

“I told you she’d notice.” Sif says with a laugh as you examine the ring on her finger.

“I can’t believe you guys didn’t say anything! When?” You demand looking between the two of them.

“Last Friday, it was just the two of us at the house and we were having a bonfire during that little twenty minute snowstorm.”

“Ooh good timing Thor.” Nat says reaching over the table for Sif’s hand.

“It was perfect. Very sweet.” Sif says smiling softly over at Thor. Nat admires the ring as Steve leaves the table and grabs a fresh bottle of wine.

“I can’t believe you weren’t going to say anything!” You glare over at Thor who gives you a little shrug.

“We would’ve if no one noticed after dinner.” He says but you’re not so sure.

“Let’s have a toast,” Steve interrupts your disbelieving glare and pouring fresh drinks. Once he’s done he raises his own glass, “to the happy couple, Thor and Sif!” You clink all your glasses together and cheers them.

The dinner is wonderful, you’re not sure who has more fun. You or Minnie who laps up the attention like crazy. Natasha tells you that Clint’s pleas for a dog have finally worn her down and she’s going to get him a dog for Christmas. Something you know he’s going to freak out about.

You head home the following day. You’ve been at Steve’s for over two weeks and while you love being there with him it is nice to head back home to your own space. You plan on spending Christmas together, you’re still not willing to go home but you have agreed to a Skype dinner on Christmas Eve. You’ll introduce Steve to your shit show of a family then, and hope he doesn’t run because of them. On Christmas Day you’re going to Bucky’s, you’d ended up helping Steve find gifts for Winnie and Becca and he’d insisted on adding your name to the from tag.

It’s strange but you feel like you’ve known and loved him for so much longer than a couple of months. It’s lonely without him, you like having your own space but the simple fact is that you like having your own space, with Steve.

After two days you miss him, even Minnie seems to be depressed as she follows you around the house sighing, quite dramatically, often. You only last until the evening of the second day before you FaceTime him.

“Hey Darlin’. What’s up?” He’s not at home but you’re not sure where he is.

“Are you busy? I can call back.”

“Just with Buck. Everything okay?”

“Yea, I just had to show you, the most depressed pup I’ve ever seen.” You flip the camera to the one on the back of your phone so Steve can see Minnie. She’s laying on your couch with her toy monkey under her chin. She doesn’t pick her head up but looks at you with her big brown eyes.

“Ooh.” Steve groans with a little laugh, “Minnie girl.” Her ears perk up when he says her name and he lets out a soft, “awe.”

“I think she misses you.”

“You guys are disgusting!” Bucky yells in the background and you laugh.

“I’ll let you go.”

“See you tonight?” He asks and you nod as a smile tugs at your lips. “Love you Darlin.”

“I love you too.” You hang up then and cross the room to join Minnie on the couch. You turn on Netflix and end up dozing on the couch as you rewatch Queer Eye.

You wake up a few hours later, Minnie isn’t on the couch anymore but you hear Steve’s soft voice talking to her. He comes up the stairs and he gives you a soft smile when his gaze meets yours.

“Hi Darlin.”

“Hey. What time is it?”

“Almost midnight, you wanna go to bed?”

“I suppose, I should let Minnie out.”

“I already did, she was much quieter when I got here.” Steve says with a grin gently pulling you up off the couch.

“Thank you.” You tell him before disappearing into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

When Steve is done getting ready you and Minnie are curled up on the bed. When Steve is there Minnie sleeps on her own bed, she’s just spoiled enough to have a mattress of her own.

Minnie jumps down and curls up to sleep as Steve joins you on the bed. “Hey Darlin’?”

“Yea?”

“I was thinkin, well wonderin I guess, if you’d maybe want to move in with me. I know it’s fast but I’m happier when you’re around.”

“Yes. I missed you, probably as much as Minnie.”

“Probably?” He teases and you give him a little bump with your elbow. He chuckles before pulling you to him.

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[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

The Intern | Part Three

Summary: You move to New York to focus on your art but end up working as an intern at Stark Enterprises

Chapter Summary: its the morning after the night before and Tony wants to see you in his office 

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (friendship)

Word Count: 2523

A/N: for the purposes of this story Stark Enterprise is set out like an office building in New York and the story does not follow the same timeline as the movies. Reader does not know Peter is SpiderMan. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part Two | Masterlist

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The next morning when you got up for work you remembered why you don’t really like drinking wine. You took some painkillers to ease the headache, got ready and left your apartment. 

You got off the train and found Peter waiting for you as he usually does. As you walk with him you tell him about the night before. 

“It was actually really nice. We ate pizza, looked at art, and I taught him how to bake brownies”

Peter looks at you confused.

“It’s a long story. Thing is, we’d both had a bit to drink and when we were baking we ended up having a kind of food fight with the flour. Then one thing led to another and... we almost kissed”

“You kissed Mr Stark?!” Peter blurts a bit too loud which causes a few glances from people around you. 

“Shh, Peter, keep your voice down! No, we didn’t actually- we almost did, he backed away before anything happened and then he just left. I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do now”

“If nothing happened then that’s okay right?” Peter asks innocently. 

“Yeah but something almost did. Am I supposed to pretend nothing almost happened, or do we need to talk things through? What If last night has completely changed things? ugh! Never drink wine Peter, never!” You say bringing one hand up to your head. 

“It will be fine y/n. Mr Stark probably doesn’t even remember” Peter tries to reassure you as you both walk through the main doors into the reception. “I’m sure nothing has changed- who is that?” He says as you both notice the new girl sitting at the reception desk. Your reception desk. 

Suddenly Happy appears in front of you. 

“Ah miss Y/L/N, I’ve been waiting for you”

“Who’s that?” You ask, pointing at the desk

“the new intern.”

“But..” you start to speak but Happy interrupts

“Mr Stark wants to see you” he gestures for you to walk with him.

You look at Peter who just shrugs sympathetically. 

“Now!” Happy shouts back to you already ahead of you so you have to do a little jog to catch up with him. 

“I’ll see you at lunch then” Peter shouts after you as you walk up the stairs. 

— — — —

You could feel your anxiety rising with every step as you followed Happy down the corridor toward Tony’s office. Happy opened the door and waited for you to step inside before following you in. 

“Ah just the girl I’ve been waiting for” Tony says sitting behind his desk, flicking through papers “thanks Happy” 

Happy nods and steps outside, closing the door behind him. You don’t move, you stay stood by the door anxiously. 

“Well come on in, take a seat” Tony says, gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of the desk to him. You do as he says and sit looking at him, waiting for him to speak. But he just continues looking down at the paper. 

“What’s going on?” You ask cautiously. 

“Oh, you’re fired” he replies casually and you feel a huge wave of panic sweep over you. 

“What?! Why?” 

“I’m kidding!” He says finally looking up at you “I’m sorry that was mean”

You breath a massive sigh of relief. 

“Okay you really cannot say things like to me, my anxiety can’t handle it” you shake your head letting out a nervous giggle. 

“Yeah I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist” he gets up from his chair, walking around to lean against the front of his desk right in front of you “although technically it wasn’t a complete lie. You are no longer an intern at Stark Enterprise. BUT don’t freak out, I have something better lined up for you”

You look at him confused and he smiles at you. 

“I want you to come work for me”

“But I already work for you” you reply blankly. 

“I mean, WITH me. I’m offering you a job as my personal assistant”

“I don't understand. I thought Happy was your personal assistant?” You ask and Tony laughs. 

“Don’t let him hear you call him that. No, Happy is my head of security and chauffeur. But lately he’s been taking on some personal assistant duties and, well let’s just say that does not make him Happy.” 

You look up at him trying to process what’s happening. He smiles down at you. 

“So? What do you think?”

“I think there are a load of other people who have been working here way longer than me, and are far more qualified than me, that would kill for this job.” Tony nods his head as you speak. “So why me?” You ask. 

“Because they’re not you.” He says sincerely and takes you by surprise “I’ve never met anyone else in this building who cares as much as you do about doing a good job. You’re always one of the last ones to leave this building, and you always have a smile on your face. You’re hardworking and honest and talented. And I know you worry a lot but you never let that stop you. Just look at the way you chased that guy through the building the other week. You’re braver than you think.” He leans forward, putting his hands on your shoulders to look into your eyes

“Ive seen something special in you Y/N, you have the potential to do great things and I want to be the one help you get there.”

You look into his eyes and you can tell he’s being genuine with you. A smile creeps onto your face and you start to nod. 

“Is that a yes?” he asks.

“Yes” you start laughing, “yes I’ll take the job”

Tony jumps up, grabbing your hands and pulling you up into a hug. It feels nice, comfortable. Then he pulls back suddenly to look at you again.

“I’m glad you said yes, I kinda already filled your old intern position...”

“Yeah, I noticed.” You giggle.

— — — —

You spent the morning with Tony, filling in some paperwork while he explained the sorts of things you’d be doing as his new PA. It sounded perfect. Double the salary you were on before, and Tony promised you’d have plenty of time to work on your art. 

On your lunch break you decided to head down to the reception desk to collect a few of your things you’d left in the desk drawers. Thankfully the new intern was also on her lunch break, you didn’t really feel like awkwardly explaining to her that you used work on that desk. As you’re putting the last few things in your bag Peter comes running up to the desk speaking a million miles an hour. 

“Why are you packing your things away? Oh my god y/n did Mr Stark fire you? Or did you quit because of the almost kiss? Y/N please don’t leave-“

“Peter! Relax! I’m not going anywhere. I’m just not the intern anymore.” 

Peter stops talking and just looks at you.

“Im Mr Stark’s new PA.” you smile and Peter’s face lights up

“Y/N! That’s amazing! Congratulations, I’m so happy for you.” Then he stops smiling and looks like he doesn’t know how to ask you the next part “...Do you think this had anything to do with.. you know.. last night?”

You think for a moment then smile slightly. 

“No. He told me the reasons why he's giving me this job and, I believe him. He didn’t even mention last night at all. I don’t know if he was drunker then I thought, or if he’s just choosing to ignore it but either way I’m fine. Now can we please go get some lunch, I’m starving” 

— — — — 

A week later. 

You walk into the coffee shop you’ve now become a regular at since taking on your new job. It’s Tony’s favourite and he sends you there pretty much every day to collect drinks so when you walk through the door the server behind the counter recognises you instantly.

“hey y/n”

“hey MJ, how you doing today?”

“cant complain. I’m guessing Tony wants his usual?”

“yes please” you say with a smile

“coming right up” she says as she puts your order through the till “I hope he pays you well for treating you like a slave”

“he doesn’t treat me like a slave” you laugh handing over the company credit card Tony gave you “I actually like doing the coffee run, its nice to not be stuck behind a desk anymore”

“plus you get to see your favourite barista” 

“oh of course, highlight of my day!” You grin at her and she hands the card back

“i’ll bring your drinks over in a minute” she says before turning around to make them and you move to the end of the counter to wait. As you stand waiting you look up at the pieces of art spread around the walls of the cafe. Even though you see them everyday you still love studying them while you wait, they make you feel inspired. 

“hello y/n” a voice behind you startles you and you spin around to see the man who had come into Start Enterprise a few weeks ago. The guy you’d chased into Tony’s office. He gives you a sinister smile. “I hear Tony’s promoted you, congratulations!”

“how did you know-“

“I’m sorry where are my manners? We were never formally introduced were we? I’m Professor Randall, but you can call me Charles.” He presents his hand for you to shake and you look at him cautiously. As your about to reach out to shake his hand MJ calls that your order is ready and you turn round to see her stood holding your drinks waiting for you to take them off her. You turn back to the Professor and point over your shoulder. 

“I better be going” is all you say before turning to walk over to MJ. 

“of course. I’ll see you again y/n” he says and you look back to see him walking out the coffee shop. 

“thanks MJ, you're a star” you say as you take the drinks from her and give her a smile, trying to cover up how shaken you are from that small interaction. 

“no problem” she says smiling back “hey who was that creepy guy? Ive seen him in here a lot recently but he never actually orders anything. Just sits and stares at people. He’s really weird”

“I don't actually know him. It’s a long story but, look I better be getting back to work before Mr Stark sends out a search party for his coffee. See ya” you say and turn to walk out the cafe. 

“see you tomorrow” she shouts behind you. 

— — — — 

When you walk back through the doors of Stark Enterprise building you bump into Peter who spots the coffee cups your carrying and instantly knows where you’ve been. 

“hey y/n? Is MJ working the counter today?” He asks pointing at the cups in your hand.

“yeah she is. Let me guess, you gonna go there for lunch today right?”

“uh, maybe yeah” he blushes which makes you smile “You wanna join?”

“not today no, got a lot on. Speaking of, I really gotta-“

“no no, of course yeah carry on. I’ll see ya later”

As you pass Happy in the corridor you pass him his coffee cup and he gives you a small smile of thanks. You walk into Tony’s office and put his cup down on the desk in front of him. He says thank you but doesn’t look up from his work. You take a seat on a chair over by the window and take a few sips of your drink. You soon find yourself looking out the window daydreaming, rerunning the conversation with the Professor through your head. Was it coincidence he was in the cafe or had he followed you there? And if so, why? Tony had said this guy had tried to get his attention a few times, what was his plan? What did he want?

“Y/N?! Hello?” You suddenly realise Tony is calling your name and you look up to see him staring at you from his desk. 

“what? sorry, I was daydreaming” you reply sheepishly.

“hmm I noticed. I was just saying that we need to get the guest list together for the fundraiser next week” he says, eyeing you with concern “where were you then? I could see in your eyes you were somewhere else completely”

“nowhere. Like I said, just zoned out for a minute. I cant even remember what I was thinking-“

“y/n.” Tony interrupts as he stands up and walks over to sit on the chair next to you “I’ve spent enough time with you lately to know when something is bothering you”

You look down at the floor. 

“you don't have to tell me anything, but you can talk to me anytime”

“honestly Im okay. It’s not even a big deal, I just bumped into Professor Randall at the cafe and he was a bit weird. That’s all.”

Tony’s eyes go wide for a second when you mention the Professors name. 

“what did he say to you?” Tony asks, a hint of worry in his voice. 

“Not much. Just that he’d heard about my promotion and then he introduced himself”

“anything else?”

“no” you shake your head “as soon as the drinks were ready he said he’d see me again then he left”

“he said he’d see you again? Those were his exact words?” You can tell he’s getting more and more worried. 

“Yes. Tony, whats going on? Why does it matter?”

Tony looks at you and he can tell he’s stressing you out. He takes a breath and smiles trying to be reassuring. 

“It’s probably nothing, but I just want you to be safe.”

“why wouldn’t I be?”

“no you are. It’s just. The Professor isn’t a nice man, and I don't want him harassing the people I care about the way he’s being harassing me. From now on Happy will accompany you on all trips outside this building and we will be driving you to and from work every day” he stands up and goes back over to his desk, picks up his coffee and has a drink. 

You watch him, thinking over everything he’s just said. You cant shake that uneasy feeling you’ve had since you left the cafe. 

“Tony?” You said standing up from your chair and Tony turns around to look at you. “I need you to be completely honest with me now.” 

You pause as Tony gives you a small nod. 

“Am I in danger?” You ask quietly. 

Tony walks to you and puts his hands on either side of your face, looking into your eyes. 

“no. I promise you, I will keep you safe” he says sincerely. 

You give him a small smile and he kisses you on the forehead before taking his hands away from your face. 

“right, let’s get to work on this guest list” 

Part Four 

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[manggojooz]

Pick A Side (Part 11)

pairing: Taehyung x reader

word count: 2,257

genre: university!au; angst; romance; a lil of thriller; a lil bit of fluff

warnings: slight references to voyeuristic behaviour; very mild swearing

previous part: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 

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comment: too much drama have been happening in real life that I kinda neglected my tumblr for a while. I’m super exhausted from all the other stuff going on in my life and I really want to keep writing. so, i guess all im trying to say is I hope you guys like this update. As always, please comment or reblog if you did like it! it helps me a lot <3 

Haejoong sits in the empty stairwell, contemplating his next step. Hardly anyone ever takes these stairs, he is well aware. Like he said, he never truly intended you any harm but why did you have to dig your own grave?  

He doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t support him like he had unconditionally supported you, wasn’t he your only friend at one time? All he wants is Jihyun’s happiness, and that happiness lies with him.  

The pertinent question now is ‘how much does Kim Taehyung know?’ He shook his head as he reprimanded himself for being too rash with you. All he needed to do was continue to put up an act even if you were suspicious of him but he let his feelings get the better of him. He needs to come up with a way to keep you quiet. No, he needs to keep both you and Taehyung quiet.  

At least he had the foresight to keep the screen of your phone unlocked ever since he stopped the voice recording. He taps the corner of the phone a few times on his palm before deciding to make his next move.  

“Hey, I know this is sudden, but do you still have feelings for Jihyun?”, he sent a message using your phone to Taehyung.  

It didn’t take more than two minutes for Taehyung to respond.  

“Did something happen? This isn’t like you to suddenly ask this kind of thing out of nowhere...”  

“I really need to know now...”, Haejoong continued talking to Taehyung, posing as you.  

“Where are you? I’ll go find you”, Taehyung replies.  

Haejoong was growing impatient, “If you avoid my question again then I’ll take it that you still have feelings for her... life is all about decisions, Taehyung, you can’t keep running away like this.”

And this time, Taehyung finally answered his question:  

“I’m not running away! Why are you acting so weird?  

I thought I made it clear that I broke up with her because I realised that I have always just treated her as a friend. And you were the one who broke up with me thinking I had feelings for her! I was just really confused at that time... and maybe a little angry too... when she asked me to think about dating her I just thought it might be better that way...

I made a mistake back then and I've already lost my best friend

You know that.

Where are you now? Let's meet and talk instead.”  

Haejoong watched the messages trickle in one by one and his annoyance ballooned. Why is it always that the people who don’t deserve it are the ones who have it? After a few minutes of leaving Taehyung on ‘read’, a call eventually comes in from him.  

Haejoong ignored the call at first, but Taehyung calls again. This time Haejoong decided to pick it up.  

“Where are you? Why are you not replying me suddenly?”, Taehyung’s voice was full of anxiety.  

“So, you never actually had any feelings for her?”, Haejoong proclaims into the phone immediately upon answering.  

“Who the hel- wait... Im Haejoong? Is that you? Where is Y/N? Why are you picking up her phone?”, Taehyung fired his questions rapidly at Haejoong.  

“I will tell you where she is. I don’t want to hurt her either-”, Haejoong’s voice was still mild and calm.  

“What do you mean hurt her?! WHERE IS SHE?!”, Taehyung yells into the device on his end.  

“She thinks that I was the one who uploaded those photos and videos of Jihyun, do you share the sentiment?”, Haejoong questions.  

“You must be out of your mind, right? You know what... with what you are doing right now, I have no problem sharing that sentiment! Just freaking tell me where she is, you crazy bastard!!!”, Taehyung was no longer holding back his anger.  

“Hey hey, calm down, she’s fine... for now... but the longer you drag this out, the harder it will be for her”, Haejoong was letting go of his act too, “I have a proposition...”  

---

Your voice was hoarse by now. There was hardly any human traffic near this part of the school in the evening, and screaming from the rooftop seven floors above ground didn’t seem to help catch anyone’s attention. Due to all the banging on the wooden door, your frozen hands were starting to feel extremely sore as well.  

You slumped onto the ground, leaning against the unmoving door, thinking of the worst that could happen. Desperation manifests in the tear drops that drips from your eyes.  

The sky was getting darker, the air was getting chillier and you were getting increasingly despondent. You start to notice that your body was not generating enough heat to keep up with the icy exterior. Every muscle was shivering. You instinctively curled up and started to rub your hands while trying to tuck them inside your coat, close to your chest. You weren’t feeling your toes anymore and the fearfulness within slowly encroaches upon the tiny glimmers of hope you held onto.  

When you heard the sound of footsteps getting closer, you thought you were hallucinating. But the stomping was indeed getting nearer and louder. You leaned close to the tiny crevice between the door and the frame, all the while not letting yourself get too expectant of the possibility that there was someone coming to you.  

“Y/N!”, a voice suddenly bellows.  

It sounds like Taehyung, but how could it be, you warned yourself not to get your hopes up high.  

“Are you in there Y/N?!”, Taehyung’s shouts come barrelling through the roof door.

With whatever energy was left, you turned and started banging on the door again, weakly calling out, “Taehyung, is that you? Taehyung...”  

“Y/N! Hold on...”, Taehyung gasps to hear your tiny voice through the door.  

You hear him frantically trying to unlock the door and when the ice-cold slab finally bursts open you almost collapse onto the floor as you were resting your entire weight on it. Taehyung somehow manages to catch you and helps you into the warm interior before shutting the door again.  

“Let’s get you to the hospital”, Taehyung was in a frenzy trying to remove his jacket to wrap you up in it.

“Haejoong, he...”, you tried to stand up but fell back down again.  

“Let’s deal with it after we get you to a doctor, please...”, he pleaded while kneeling down in front of you so that you could plop yourself onto his back.  

---

In the hospital ward, you continued to mumble about reporting Haejoong to the police and the student office, even when you were only half-conscious and hooked up to an IV drip. There were layers of blankets covering you with an electric heating mat right underneath your mattress.  

The numbness slowly started to fade away and you could wriggle your toes and fingers again.  

“It’s Haejoong, we have to tell them that it’s him”, you uttered to Taehyung who came into the tiny room with a glass of something that was smoking hot.  

“I know, I know. But you have hypothermia, you need to stay here tonight for them to monitor you. Tomorrow, ok? Tomorrow we will go do that first thing in the morning. Now drink this up and rest”, he cooed at you.  

You sit up to take the hot drink from his hands, finding it to be warm milk, but the action causes the blankets to fall off from you and you immediately shuddered slightly. Taehyung sits down on the side of the bed, slightly behind you and hugged you from behind, pulling the blankets up to cover at least your thighs.  

His body felt so warm and comfortable, you couldn’t help but lean in to him, as you took tiny sips from the mug. He rubs his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm and rest his head and watched quietly as you finished the drink. 

Once the cup was empty, he takes it from you and sets it down on the bedside table, then proceeds to quickly tuck you back into the blankets.  

“I told the hospital staff what happened and that you are probably still shaken from the events, so they are letting me stay here with you tonight. So, don’t worry ok, I will be right outside”, Taehyung reassured.  

But you weren’t just shaken. Even though you didn’t want to let it show, you were absolutely frightened. All the worst thoughts had run through your mind at least once and now that you were gaining consciousness again, the fear was rekindling.  

“Can’t you stay here? Please? I'm... cold”, you grabbed on to his wrist as he was about to leave.  

He felt your hand shaking, but it wasn’t as icy as before. He knows you must be scared but he decides to go along.  

He sits down next to you on the bed again. This time you scoot over, allowing him more space, he leans back into the two pillows behind and lets you put your head on his arms. You wrapped your blankets around him too and snuggles into his chest, listening to that same soothing heartbeat.  

“How did you know I was there just now?”, you whispered.  

“How is that important now? You need to rest, ok?”, he didn't answer.  

His other hand pats your back lightly to a slow beat, almost synchronising with the thumping in his chest and you start to drift off to sleep, knowing that for now you are safe with him.  

---

The next morning you promptly requested to be discharged and you stomped out of the ward, Taehyung anxiously tailing behind you, nagging at you to walk slower. As you exited the hospital, you see him standing at the gates, the man who landed you in this plight.  

You marched up to him, outraged and incensed. “You have the guts to show up here? What? Is it disappointing to see that I'm alive?!”, you asked through gritted teeth.  

“Who do you think sent Kim Taehyung to save you?”, Haejoong was still leaning against the wall he had been waiting at the whole morning.  

“Oh, so do you expect a thank you note, you were the one who locked me out you freaking bastard!”, you were raging by now.

He stood up straight again, causing Taehyung to jump in front of you, protecting you from him.  

Haejoong scoffs a little, “I actually just came to check if you were alright. Like I said I don’t mean to harm you, I just need you guys to stay out of my business, ok?”, he says rather earnestly.  

You couldn’t believe your ears and your eye roll was automatic. “That is very believable, yes... coming from the person who freaking chucked me on a rooftop in this weather. FYI, I nearly died, so this is my business. And Jihyun is our friend, so whatever you’ve been doing in your shady little backroom is very much our business as well!”, you yelled at him over Taehyung’s shoulders.  

Haejoong’s expression looked queer, as though he was disappointed in you and was reluctant to do what he was going to do next.  

“You didn't tell her?”, he directed his question at Taehyung. 

“Fine, make me the bad guy”, he mutters before turning to you and balking, “Go, go and report me if you want to. I’ll take him down with me”, Haejoong taunts with his hands outstretched towards the road, hinting at something going on between Taehyung and him.  

Why is he so unconcerned? You started hesitating for some reason, “What do you mean ‘take him down with you’? What did you do?”, you demanded at Haejoong.  

“No, no, no, the question should be ‘what did he do?’”, Haejoong gestures towards Taehyung who is staring back at him with an intensity you have never seen before. “I’m really surprised you didn’t tell her... why? Is it some altruistic sacrificial mindset?”, Haejoong questioned Taehyung, starting to sound like he is having fun.  

“Y/N, don’t bother about him. Let’s go”, Taehyung turns to you and tugs at your arms gently, leading you to walk away.  

Haejoong shook his head and hits a button on his phone.  

“All those photos and videos of Jihyun, you were the one who posted them?!”, the voice coming from the phone clearly sounded like Haejoong’s.  

“Im Haejoong, turn it off. Now!”, Taehyung lunges at him and grabs his shirt.  

Haejoong was unfazed and the audio kept playing. After a long pause you hear his voice, Taehyung’s voice.

“Right, it was me, are we done now?!”  

“Why did you do it, you crazy bastard?!”, Haejoong shouted in the recording, “Is it because she's your ex-girlfriend now, huh?"  

Another unnaturally long pause ensued. Taehyung tries to turn off the recording but Haejoong shoves him aside.  

“Because I realised she was the reason why Y/N and I broke up. Because... I wanted to get back at her for all the things she did... to...”, it seemed like Taehyung’s voice was shaking heavily and he couldn’t continue whatever he wanted to say.  

“All the things she did to Y/N?”, Haejoong sounded like he was prompting Taehyung in the clip.  

“It has nothing to do with her, it’s just me, okay? I just hated Jihyun for making this whole mess so I just did it, alright?! Happy now?!”, with that the audio ended.  

The horror finally sets in. So, this is how Taehyung managed to find you, because he traded himself to save you.  

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[bakugous-abs]

Yo, a scenario here. Bakugo, Torodoki, Midoriya, Tokoyomi and Iida reacting to their s/o getting stalked by an ex? Like the ex leaving creepy Voicemails, leaving flowers and candy in their mail box and follows them around in public.

Admin Bomb with another request, but this time it's a scenario! I hope you enjoy reading it and much as I enjoyed writing it

- Bomb

Bakugou

At first, the voicemails were just disregarded as some prank call or some sales person looking for some cheap money, and they trashed them as soon as they came, not bothering to even spare them a glanceBut after multiple blockings and what felt like several hundred deletions later, they finally decided to listen in on one of them, and they had wished they didn’t, so very much“S/o~~! You cant ignore me forever honey plum~!” The moment his voice rang into the air, they had dropped their cell phone onto the kitchen counter, their hands shaking and fear swimming across their face. They wanted it to stop, they knew it was a few simple taps away, but they couldn’t move, and it kept playing. “I know you’re getting them. My old numbers have been blocked and discarded, but it always delights me to know you’re playing this kind of game with me~. Call me later, mwah!”

The voicemail ended, and s/o was still very shooken. All those voicemails. The literal hundreds of deleted voicemails sitting in their trashcan, was from him?

Their ex was an obsessive freak that completely fetishized them and their relationship. Each and every moment of the days they spent together, were always him talking about he loved them so much and how he wanted to just run his fingers through their hair, and kiss them where no one else should. He seemed to only think about their body and what he could do with it, instead of actually spending quality time with them to just hang out

And it got too much. They broke up with him after weeks of the creepy and obsessive talk and fleed all the way to the UA area, where they got in, and found their new boyfriend, one that could treat them right, Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou understood their need of a slower relationship, and despite his impatient behaviour, he was willing to wait every second he had to to keep you comfortable. He didn’t want to drive them away from him. They were his and his only, and it bugged him to realize that taking things too fast could result in them leaving him behind for someone else. Of course, you could have friends, but he was still just a bit sketchy and protective when the guys would get close

He was a good, understanding boyfriend, and you loved him. And you didn’t need the recurrence of your ex to ruin what you had

They were practically late getting to school because the voicemail had shaken them up so bad, but they managed to get in through the door and take their seat before homeroom class representative, Tenya Iida, started to yell at them

They had hoped they looked like they normally would to not raise suspicion that something happened, but under the eagle and analyzing eyes of their boyfriend, he was able to spot your clear discomfort and shooken form the moment you walked in, tie backwards and more random strands of hair hanging out than usual

So it wasn’t surprising that during Lunch Break he pulled them aside and asked what the fuck was wrong with them and why they looked the way they did

“A-Aha, jeez Bakugou. I realize I looked bad this morning but not that bad.” They tried to play it off and slip out of his gaze, but he wasn’t gonna let this go that easily

“Don’t start using that shit on me. I know somethings wrong and I want you to tell me. Im your fucking boyfriend, you gotta be able to tell me shit without thinking im gonna be stupidly mad about it” He pried a bit more, his slouched form blocking their way from leaving him

They were hesitant, but they eventually told him all about their ex. They got increasingly more anxious as time went by explaining him, they just wanted this conversation to be over with and hope Bakugou wouldn’t blow them up or yell at them too much. They got shakier and more and more scared the more they explained their situation with the creepy ex, and they almost broke down when they finished, using the wall for support

“A-And, its just scary. The lengths he’s going to just to talk to me. He’s changed his fucking number after I block each and every one and calling out my name in a way that makes me absolutely disgusted with myself. And I… I just want him to stay away from me!” they collapsed to the ground, tears pooling off their face as they clutched their chest, words unable to form anymore

Bakugou… kinda felt bad. He had pried and prodded them to tell him all that even though they didn’t want to. He made them live through their life with their creepy fuckface ex. He made them into the scared pile on the floor that’s sobbing their eyeballs out

“H-Hey. Don’t cry, dammit. Crying looks ugly on you.” He knelt down and hesitantly moved his hands forward, taking them close to his body. He was surprised to find them immediately melting into him and clutching onto him like their life depending on it

“Look s/o, as much as it pisses me off to say, I’m not great with words, but that asswipe isnt gonna hurt you like that anymore, ok? You’re with me now. The future number one hero for fucks sake! I’m not gonna let him place his grimy hands on you or even look at you with those eyes. He doesn’t get to do that to you. So just, stop crying, ok? Just, trust me on this” His absolute rage was hidden by the softness he attempted to make his voice sound

By the time he was done, they were done crying and sniffles were the only sound they made. But they didn’t feel all that scared anymore. The small words Bakugou said made them feel better. Hours ago they were shaking in their kitchen, scared of their phone, and now they were cradled in Bakugou’s arms

They nodded and mustered up their strength to say, “Okay… Ill trust you for now, Katsuki.” In his arms, they felt safe and loved, the creepy voicemails vanishing from their head, the space now being taken up with images of their boyfriend

Todoroki

Orchids. S/o’s favorite flower. That is a fact known by few, and appreciated by none. They were the prettiest flowers to find in their book. Each flower had their own meaning, and they loved all of them. But, a certain color of this beautiful species, is one they hated most

Red

Red Orchids, meaning desire and passion, were all but desirable. They hated them. They hated one of the only flowers that could put a smile on their face. And its all because of him

He made them hate these beautiful specimens. He made them  begin to hate the flower in general, starting with this one. The prettiest color of that species. Your ex

He was a sweet guy, he really was. He was considerate, and helped anyone he could out. He gave them a sense of trust, and she trusted him to know that Orchids were their favorite flower. But they regretted it the moment the next day came

He introduced them to his side chick and had the most sadistic look in his eyes as he suggested they should become their personal punching bag, giving up your body so they can have their own satisfaction. And they immediately rejected the idea, angering both of them. They eventually had to rely on their quirk as a means of defense and escape, that last thing he shouted was how much he just red orchids, and threw an entire bouquet at them

After that, they moved to Japan, across the pacific ocean, away from him. But that didn’t stop his onslaught. They began to send red roses, once a month, on the day of their breakup. The fifteenth of every month, a bouquet of red orchids would sit on their door step the day they came home. And each day, they would breakdown crying and throw out the orchids as fast as they could

And unfortunately, they had forgot about them, and their new boyfriend, Todoroki Shouto was with them for a study project

He almost dropped the mug of coffee in his hands when he heard a thud by the front door and rushed to see a bouquet of red orchids in their hands, their eyes seeming to break in pieces right in front of him as they chucked them across the room and began to sob on the floor

“S/o! Are you okay?!” He called out, rushing to their side at once to get them off the grimy ground by the door

“I hate him! I hate him so much!” They screamed out to what looked no one as they legs tried to walk, but ended up just getting dragged on the floor as Todoroki wrapped their arm over his shoulder and walked them to the couch

“S/o! You’re gonna have to calm down in order for me to understand what’s wrong. What happened?” He set them down as they tried to stop their tears on the couch

“Orchids! I love them so much, but I cant stand to see the red ones anymore! They cause me so much pain!” They explained the entire situation, starting from the beginning and ending the story when they had arrived here in Japan. “And I just can’t look at them anymore. They always remind me of that day, and I was so scared”

Their tears continued to stream down their face till they had no more to shed, and Todoroki took this as his opportunity to speak

“I didn’t realize. But, what if I sent you your favorite color Orchid? I replaced the red orchids with your favorite color, and then you wouldn’t have to be reminded of them. You can come home to those flowers instead of red ones?”

S/o looked up at him slowly, looking at his brown and cerulean blue eyes, looking for any signs of lying. “Really?”

He nodded, his face still flat and emotionless. “Yeah. If I can get rid of the bad ones, I could maybe replace them with better ones”

They took and minute to process his words before a small smile decorated their face, a little nod telling Todotoki that they would like that very much

“Alright, what’s your favorite color?”

“Blue”

“May I ask why?”

They were silent, a bit embarrassed by their answer before muttering it as low as they could, “Because it reminds me of your eye”

Todoroki’s face went from zero to flaming hot at their answer, and pretty he could have sworn he saw a smug smile on their face as he hid his face in his hands, frost, and heat radiating from his sides while s/o laughed at his reaction

But at least they were smiling now, and not sad, completely forgetting about the bouquet from earlier, and he was happy to see them smiling again

Midoriya

Chocolate was their personal favorite of any kind of food out there, and anyone within Japan would know that the first moment they began talking to them

But, unfortunately, with that going for them, they would often get sent random chocolate boxes from strangers they didn’t even know, and one person in particular was persistent enough to keep sending a heart box each and every week with little notes attached to each piece, and it was getting quite bothersome

If the box wasn’t enough to set them off, it was the fact that it was only ever filled with their favorite kind of chocolate and the notes were something that you would only send to a partner

And when they finally started coming with a name, they didn’t know how to react anymore. These unsettling heart shaped boxes of chocolate were coming from their ex of three years

He was a man that was about two older than they were, and it had made them feel weird to be dating a man older than them, so they had requested to split ways, and he would always reply no. They tried multiple times to ask if they could break up, and he was getting more and more aggressive each time, until they finally stood their ground against the much stronger man, terrified of how he would react and said they were done with this uncomfortable relationship, and bolted out the door and fled to Japan

But somehow, it seems that he had found them again, and these chocolates were making them a bit apprehensive about eating any other ones

And Midoriya was the first to notice

After transferring into Yuuei, they had an immediate relationship that started as timid friends with the shy freckled boy, and as time went by, they got to know eachother better and they began to date. Deku was a blushing mess when he asked her to be with him after getting hyped up by the rest of Class 1-A for about three hours before hand, and they’ve only grown closer since

So it was understandable that he was able to see when something was wrong with his s/o, and it was immediately that he found at that they were down when they didn’t see a bar of chocolate anywhere near them during class

So, he approached them about it, and they only shook their head and looked down, pushing him away and telling him they were fine and to not worry

But all the poor boy could do was worry about them, and he knew he had to confront them about it, but how could he? They had told him not to worry and he didn’t want to upset them somehow by pushing in on privacy

But he decided to go for it anyway. He was worried, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus until he found out what was wrong

After class had ended, he held them back and asked to talk with them, and they hesitantly agreed

“S/o… um, I’m sorry of pushing my boundaries a bit, but I was wondering if you were really ok. You seemed a bit down and sickly this morning and I noticed there wasn’t any um… chocolate nearby and it struck me as strange to see you without any since it’s your favorite food and all”

The boy was nervously playing with his bandages on his hands from bruising them up a bit too much, but he watched them with those analyzing eyes of his, and he told tell something was definitely up

“Umm… It’s just uh.. I’ve been, receiving chocolates from strangers lately, and they’re mostly all coming from, my ex boyfriend…”

They paused and looked at Deku’s reaction, seeing his face blank and his mouth prop open a bit

“He um… he’s a bit older than me, and it made me uncomfortable with that two year age gap, so I asked to break up several times, and he said no. So I had forcefully broke up with him one night a few years ago and came here. And why is it just now that he begins to resurface and try to take me back? Can’t he see i’m uncomfortable with him? I just want him gone. All those boxes of chocolates are heart shaped and have little notes attached to each one. They’re all my favorite chocolates too, so seeing him do that, makes me feel kind of sick to eat anymore…” they looked down at the ground, their face sad with tears

Deku couldn’t believe his ears

They had to forcefully break up with someone because they kept saying no, and now they were being as persistent as ever and not realizing that what they’re doing is hurting his s/o

It’s even making them not want to eat their favorite treat! How unkind of them! How could they do that?

He fidgeted in his place, trying to come up with a solution to the problem, till something crossed his mind

“Do… Do you live with anyone?” He asked timidly, his cheeks heating up at the proposal he was about to ask

“Um… no…. I had moved out of my parents home when I could. They weren’t the best parental figures”

“Oh, um ok. Well, I was wondering… maybe you could um…” His cheeks heated up and he scratched the back of his neck. S/o lifted their head to see his nervous stance

“Well… maybe you could live with… me and my mom” the suggestion finally rang out of his mouth, and s/o was taken back a bit

“Of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to!” Deku began to flail his arms, worried about the reaction he got from them. “I was just thinking that if you moved out of your apartment and moved into mine then he couldn’t send the chocolates anymore because he wouldn’t be able to since no one would be living there anymore! Im sorry if I freaked you out or-” He immediately stopped rambling when he heard a giggle escape his s/o’s mouth

The laughter started as giggling, but it eventually raised into full on tearful laughing, a smile on their face as their eyes clenched shut, leaving Deku confused

Did he say something funny? Were they laughing at him?

Once they calmed down, they leaned forward and rested their head on Dekus shoulder, hugging themself. “You broccoli head” They muttered fondly

“B-Broccoli head?!”

“Of course I’ll move in with you and your mother. You don’t need to be so shy about it” They unwrapped their arms from themselves and attached them to Deku, the poor boy practically fainting from the closeness of their body

“Y-You will?” He asked, still nervous about engaging in the hug as well

“Yeah, now hug me back you weeaboo, I’m touch starved right now, and I want chocolate”

Deku smiled and wrapped his arms around them, making himself a silent promise to always protect them from the growing dangers of the world, from their ex… and to always keep chocolate on hand from now on

Tokoyami

Eyes had been on them for a while now, they could feel it. They had always felt like someone was watching them, but ever since they moved away from their creepy ex and broke up with him, they had been feeling it more often than usual

It never stopped. They felt it, always. At Yuuei, on their walks to and from school, their shopping trips, and even with their current, and much better boyfriend, Tokoyami Fumikage

He was a sweet bird boy that was emo inside and out, no matter who he was with, and they loved him for it. They appreciated his ability to be able to express himself in the way he could, and in the way that made him most happy. He was him, and they respected that. Its what got them started on their relationship in the first place

He was as gentle as a mother swan to her babies, and yet, as ravenous as an Eagle when anyone would pick on s/o, making sure to run them off and stick close again to their side for the remainder of the day

They were walking with him now, and once again, started to feel the same pair of eyes on them as always. Their mood immediately dropped and demeanor changed to very uncomfortable and wanting to run. Run away from the eyes that followed them everywhere. Wanting to run away from the uncomfortable atmosphere, but they kept strong

After all, they were with their boyfriend, they had nothing to fear, right?

Wrong

So very, very wrong

“Dearest, I’m gonna use the restroom real quick, stay put and I’ll be back momentarily” Tokoyami let go of their hand, missing the warmth already as he entered the bathroom

S/o uncomfortably stood a little ways away from the bathroom, feeling a bit shy about being so near the place where males did their business. People were starting to turn in for the night, leaving the gaps between people to grow in size. People were getting their personal space again, and maybe, just maybe, they could spot who exactly it was spying on them

They didn’t have time to think or react when an arm wrapped around their upper body, clamping their arms to their sides and a hand put over their mouth and yanked into an alleyway. Panic flooded their body and they tried to let out a scream, but realized that no sound would come past their mouth

“Hey s/o! I found ya, hahaha! Did ya miss me?!” The voice they had tried to forget from those years crept back into their mind when they tried to look to see who it was, realizing it was their homicidal ex

This man… this disgusting man before them had killed their older brother and two other men months before they found out it. News broadcasts were everywhere about the mysterious disappearances  and it wasn’t till a night before they broke up that they realized… those two men who had flirted with them, and their older brother, were killed at the hands of their boyfriend. It was the scariest moment of their life in those ten minutes the news played the case on the screen. Ten sickening minutes of watched two bodies get pulled from a cellar and finding their brothers body in a ditch

This ex, killed any man that interacted with them. He wanted them to himself, and he was gonna do everything he could to keep them away from potential threats

They were terrified, and broke up with him over phone before discarding in a trashcan nearby and fleeing to the opposite side of the country, and hopefully away from him. But it seems he had found them

Their breathing sped up as they tried to cry out for help, make any sound at all, but nothing came out

“Trying to scream are we? Trying to get me away from you again?!” His eyes shook and darted in any direction they could, “Well too bad! I’m your boyfriend! You don’t get to run away from me! We’re a couple! How could you do that?! Run away from me after I killed those people for you?! FOR US?!” His yelling was terrifying, their body going into immediate shut down as they practically went limp against the wall

“I killed them so they wouldn’t destroy our relationship! And you thank me like this?! You’re a beautiful bitch! My beautiful bitch! I love you, and no one else can have you! I’ve been watching you for years now! I know everything I possibly can about you, and I wanna know more!” A disturbing laugh erupted from his throat

Their eyes were cloudy with tears and they clenched their eyes shut, and before they knew it, they were on the ground, and a loud thud resonated through the alleyway as their ex’s body was flown across the ground and into a dumpster where he laid unconscious

Their eyes widened and looked to the entrance to see Tokoyami and Dark Shadow staring at their ex with angry eyes, but they softened once they saw their shaken and fearful form

“S/o! Dearest! Are you alright?!” Tokoyami shouted, Dark Shadow curling around them both when Tokoyami wrapped his arms around them

“No! No im not! He-He-He, He stalked me! He stalked me for months! Watching my every move!” Their head banged against Tokoyamis chest and their hands balled into fists, clenching his shirt. “He killed my brother and two innocent men because of me!”

They babbled on,  but Tokoyami kept shushing them. He had eavesdropped and listened to the whole thing when he was done with his quick bathroom break. His anger was fueling every second he listened to that maniac talk to his s/o like that, and he took out Dark Shadow and punched him against a dumpster, anger seething from every pore on his body

“S/o. This is not your fault. You had no clue what was happening behind closed doors, and he kept you in the dark. He did things that should never have began to be considered of doing. He is a creature of far more darkness than a black hole, and you don’t need to blame yourself for it. You don’t need to give any apologies to a man of that rank”

His beak nuzzled into their neck as he tried his best to calm them down, but still very conscious of the pda in the open and not in the his or their room in the Yuuei dorms

S/o was still very shaken, but knowing how angry and sad Tokoyami felt because of their ex made them feel safer. They knew he didn’t, and would never agree to his ways of showing love. And they felt eternally happy about it as they cried into his chest

“I.. I guess the date is ruined now, huh?”

“Pay no mind to the date. What matters now is your health and well being. Come along, we should get back to the dorms and rest”

They nodded and got up, grabbing the hand of their boyfriend and leaning on them as their pillar of support, depending on their hero to guide them safely home

Iida

S/o wasn’t much of a gifter nor a receiver. They didn’t like the idea of buying someone things and them not being able to pay them back, or vise versa. They believe, they should both be able to exchange something, preferably of equal value

So it kind of freaks them out when they kept receiving gifts in their mailbox and on their doorstep from an unknown sender

They knew it couldn’t have been Iida. He would definitely have brung it up on their alone time if they had received any gifts he may have sent. So who could it be?

Their question was answered when a tenth gift was sent. It was a small purple carnival bear with pretty blue eyes, a rolled up note tied with a red ribbon in its hand in their mailbox. It was strange to see the note, and it wasn’t a good strange

After about the third gift they were starting to get a little iffy about whether they should keep or discard them to a trashcan nearby. And now, after being so cautious of their mailbox, this bear finally has a clue as to who is sending these stupid gifts

They set their school bag on the ground and began to untie the note from its hand, putting the bear under their arm and unraveling the note, reading the contents

“Dear, beautiful s/o. It seems you have received gift number ten. Now. You may be wondering. Who are they coming from, and I bet the answer will surprise you!”

Strange way to start a letter, and they regretted reading any further

“Well, guess whoooo? It’s me! Your ex”

They gasped before seething with rage. This pipsqueak of a piece of human, their ex, was the one sending them gifts

“S/o!” a voice rang through the air, and they lifted their head to see Iida heading their way, their mood lifting the slightest too see him speeding towards them. “Pleasant surprise to see you outside! What have you got there?” He asked as he took the remaining strides to be by their side

“It’s um… it’s nothing” They responded, looking at the note before crumbling it up and putting it in their school bag, the bear dropping to the ground as they bent down to pick it up

Iida was fast to pick it up and examine it

“Huh. I didn’t know there was a carnival in town” he responded in a questionable way as he handed it to them, their bag now over their shoulders

“There… there isn’t one. My uhh, aunt, lives in America and she sent me this thinking I would enjoy it. But she knows how much I don’t really like small toys like this” they took it from him and looked it over, the weird texture of the fur setting them off

“Ah, I see. Well, take care, I must be on my way. I cannot keep Tensei waiting at home” and with that he sped off down the sidewalk to his own home

The following days were filled with even more gifts and even more notes attached to them. It was panicking and infuriating. Can he not take a hint? Can he really not see that they don’t want to be with him anymore? Can’t he see that he messed up by cheating on them in the first place? Can’t he see that this is his fault?

They had began to just not read them anymore or even spare them a glance and immediately throw them away, but that only seemed to make the situation worse as the gifts kept getting larger in value and more expensive, now receiving whole phones and on one occasion, a brand new television set that now sat in a spare room in their house

And, it was finally that this next gift sent them into a near panic attack. If was smaller than the last one, and was probably the most valuable thing someone else could ever want from a man

It was an engagement ring with a little poem on the inside, and that was unfortunately when Iida came strutting out of the bathroom as they screamed and threw the ring across the house, hitting and getting stuck in the wall

“S/o!” Iida was by their side in an instant, looking between them and the engagement ring implanted into the wall and their shaking form on the ground, seething with absolute anger. “What’s the matter?”

“This!” They pointed at the small velvet box, standing up and pacing the room

He picked it up and read through the note, his eyebrows scrunching up in confusion and possibly anger

“This man, my ex, keeps sending me gifts upon gifts of small things from little carnival toys to flat screen tvs, but now he’s taking it too far with giving me something like this! He’s the one that messed up! HE cheated on ME! He ruined my trust in people for a period of time and he’s just sending me all these things! I don’t like receiving gifts unless I can give back something of equal value, and he knows this! But he’s doing it anyway, and I can’t take it anymore!”

Tears spilled from their eyes. But they weren’t sad, no, they were angry tears

Iida was conflicted with what to do. No man should ever hurt a woman like this unless they were of criminal level. And yet, his s/o had been the one to through something like this

At first he felt guilty for not realizing something was up with the way they kept getting new things around the house shoved into corners of the room and the way they didn’t like going near a certain door in their house. But then he felt anger at their ex

He should be respectful of another person’s privacy. If they say no, that means no, and there’s no way around it. Not unless you are a manipulative person that had somehow convinced them into doing something, and that’s just wrong and unprofessional on multiple levels

This man has causes his s/o so much pain, and now their literally crying angry tears and he didn’t know how to help. He was now confused. What should he do?

He looked at the poem a little more before walking over and retrieving the ring from the wall. He looked s/o right in the eye before opening the window and throwing it into a trashcan in an alleyway trashcan below

“Now, I don’t know much about your ex other than what you just told me. But I believe he is not a good man. He should be able to respect a person’s privacy and listen to them when they tell him no, especially women in the day and age we live in”

Their s/o wiped their tears as they noticable bit their tongue, probably trying not to yell anymore than they had to

“So, maybe, you can sell this apartment, and move into the dorms with the rest of us”

Their s/o was immediately about say something, probably to reject the idea, but he beat them to it and spoke more. “Now, hold on just a moment. Listen to me talk.” They shut their mouth and looked at Iida, waiting for him to continue. “If you were to move out of here and into the dorms, he wouldn’t be able to send you anything without proper consent from yourself, and if he did, you can immediately reject anything coming from that address. And you could leave all these prior gifts behind for someone else to take”

Their s/o’s mouth seemed to screw shut as they looked around the apartment. He could understand why. This was their parents apartment before they unfortunately passed away from a villian attack two years ago. So this apartment has held some emotional value, but this is their own safety that was on the line here

They looked over at Iida, the anger subsiding into sadness as they nodded

He smiled and walked over to them, pulling them into a hug. “I know it might be difficult. But your safety might be in danger here. So I want you to take all the precautions you can to be safe as a normal person, not as a future hero”

They smiled against his chest and nodded, feeling safe and sound in Iida’s arms

“Alright. Now let’s get to the school so we can get you a dorm over there and you can move out as quickly and efficiently as possible”

They nodded and got ready, ready to start a new better life and leave this one behind, like they should have done long ago

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🟊⟅⸉ IM GONNA TALK ABOUT NOVAVERSE CYM AND WHAT HAPPENS AFTER CAUSE  I HAVE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS LETS GO ⸊⟆🟊

During the final confrontation with White Diamond, not only were the CG’s unable to help Steven, they were turned against him. If the B-team had come in at that moment, they would’ve been turned against him, too. Can you fucking imagine? Seeing your family and friends slowly being possessed? Screaming, howling in agony as they’re turned against you? And you can’t do anything to stop it? And all you’ve got to back you up is your human friend who the person controlling everyone else thinks is disposable? And will not hesitate to try and kill her? 

And you’re just a child? 

Yeah!!! Steven doesn’t just end up having nightmares about being ripped apart from his gem once this is all over! He also has nightmares about the White Puppets. He had to see them turned! Every adult figure he’s ever trusted and loved had been turned against him by a villain who LITERALLY TRIED TO KILL HIM NOT EVEN MINUTES LATER. LIKE. WHITE DIAMOND DID THAT, KNOWING THAT THE ‘HUMAN CHILD’ PINK WAS ‘HIDING IN’ WOULD PROBABLY, IF NOT UNDOUBTEDLY, DIE. 

“I’m tired of this shit, Pink. Time to end it and kill the organic parasite so you can’t run from your problems anymore.” 

This is why Steven’s relationship with White Diamond in NOVAverse will be far from canon. He will always be scared of her!! AND THAT’S THE TEA! 

As for the attempted murder, Steven barely remembers what happened when it comes to getting his gem removed and seeing his other half. Because when his gem was taken out it was, uh, very bad. Like,, from a gore standpoint. He only remembers vague feelings and images. Both halves experienced the same event, but from their own separate perspectives. One half was bleeding out, though, and your memory kind of takes a back seat when you’re LITERALLY DYING. So Like? He remembers it? But it’s mostly one sided, through his gem half. And that’s why it feels so bizarre when he tries to remember what happened. It feels like an extreme case of out of body dissociation. 

Meanwhile, Yellow and Blue and the CG 3 couldn’t remember anything. They didn’t know what was happening, just what they were feeling as White was controlling them. It was severely emotionally and physically painful, and that’s all they knew! So they had no idea what happened, and the crystal gems freaked out when they were freed from White’s control and saw the state of their kid. Because there was still blood!! Everywhere! All over him! And Connie! Since she had to carry Steven over to his other half while he was BLEEDING OUT WITH A HOLE THE SIZE OF HIS FIST IN HIS GUTS. 

And these two kids were too relieved and in shock and generally traumatized to answer their questions! They couldn’t even begin to process what exactly had nearly happened to him. Nova had already started to dissociate as soon as he was whole again? Cause his brain was like: ‘Haha gonna just black most of that out and go numb to protect you and keep you functioning through this hellish experience lmao.’ 

Considering he was almost killed for like the 12th time in his 14 years of life, there are VERY obvious reasons as to why he began falling into a state of dissociation, but what he started dissociating from first is deeply rooted in what happened to him. The first thing he dissociated from was his feelings. See, after his human half sustained serious damage, guess which half has to kick into higher gear to keep him alive and functioning after going through awful trauma? 

The gem half. Which is well… Numb. We see that PINK!Steven literally cannot process emotion other than the intense, overwhelmingly negative ones. That sudden outburst, the literal grief and rage of a young god that is sick and tired of everyone wanting his mother to be alive over him. Quartz (That’s what I call Nova’s gem half) didn’t hesitate to strike at all of Nova’s loved ones. He had no attachment. He was doing what he needed to do to protect himself and his other half so they could be whole again. Everyone else was an afterthought. 

And that’s how you know Quartz is different. Because the human half, and even as a whole, Steven puts everyone else first. Human Nova (who I call Universe) is literally bleeding out and he’s crying out for his other half to stop because he’s hurting them. But that half is a part of him. And it’s a part he’s been needing to get in touch with for a long time. Considering Steven puts others before himself even to his own detriment, and the reactions of his human half only solidify this fact, if his gem half was anything like that, Steven could have died. He couldn’t afford to strain or distract himself trying to help or protect others. He needed to help himself. Save Steven. That was the objective.

And even as two halves are united again, the gem half is still more or less handling the reigns because of how straight wrecked the human half is at the time. It’s still working to protect himself as a whole. And the first sign of this emotional change is shown in the first thing he says to white after she tried to murder him. 

“I am a child. What’s your excuse?” 

See, now that he’s been reunited with his other half, he has all the emotions and feelings his human half provides, too. So he’s able to actually lay down some sick burns and common sense without going absolutely apeshit and creating craters with his screams. And this boy didn’t leave quietly with ‘If you let everyone else be whoever they are, maybe you can let yourself be whoever you are, too.’ No. That didn’t quite happen in NOVAverse. Yanno what happened? Yellow and Blue confronted White first, and since she had yet to regain her composure, she was shaken and defensive. 

They almost started fighting all over again. They were all terrified and scrambling in fear of the unknown. Until White’s attention was on Steven again. Because, who is this little creature supposed to be if they aren’t Pink??? What the fresh fuck is going on?! Now, we all know PINK!Steven is Mcfuckin Pissed. The gem is back-loaded with thousands of years of emotional turmoil and trauma, most of which isn’t even his own. And this is related to WHY he initially goes off on the diamonds, too. 

Because he goes off on them defending Pink Pearl. 

Steven had to relieve through so many of his mother’s memories of abuse, and her painful memories of regret regarding what happened to her best friend??? So to actually see Pink Pearl okay and looking like herself again was so important to him. He didn’t just go 'welcome back’ and pat her on the shoulder, HE HUGGED HER AND HELPED HER TO HER FEET. HE WAS IN TEARS. He walked her over to the CGs and said, “ You’re coming with us. ” 

LIKE. SHES BEEN SUBJECTED TO MENTAL AND PHYSICAL TORTURE FOR +8,000 YEARS??? GET HER AWAY FROM WHITE. And when White managed to regain her composure and what he was doing caught her attention, she asked him what he could possibly be doing taking her pearl? That’s when Nova went off. 

“ She was never yours. She was my mother’s best friend and you took her away and turned her into a puppet and used her as an emotional manipulation tactic to keep my mother under your thumb. 

You have kept her like this for thousands of years. It’s time she comes home with us so she can finally start to be herself again. Far away from you. 

Die Mad About It.” 

Boy put his foot down not just on that, but about his mom and why she left, and why he came here in the first place, that he needed White’s help. And everyone was in such shock and was so overwhelmed and lost because of what just happened that they listened to what he had to say and they did what he told them to! They didn’t know what else to do or how to move forward now that their worlds have been turned upside down! 

The night they got back to Earth, the diamonds had to hang around for a while because Steven and Connie are a mess and the CG’s have to take care of them before anything else happens. They have to get them checked out (thanks Dr.Maheswaran.) It was determined they were both in shock, but Connie wasn’t too badly injured. Steven, however, spent the night in the hospital due to blood-loss. He was in enough pain that he had to take it easy and mostly stick to staying in bed. It was fine, as he was majorly exhausted and slept like a rock. 

His nature as a demi-gem allowed him to heal faster, but the human half was still seriously damaged. He has to take painkillers and not be too physical for a while. He also has a sicknasty scar around his gem because it was ripped out so that’s Neat. When he uses his powers and his gem glows, you can really see the scarring. It looks something similar to what it looks like when his body comes into contact with destablizers. (He decides to wear bigger t-shirts from now on. He doesn’t want it to be exposed, and he doesn’t want his family to see it) 

Then, the next day was the big Bubble Bath. They were all up late, so the healing party happened the following afternoon. Once he was cleared, they checked him out of the hospital, and went straight to the fountain to meet up with the diamonds and finally cure corruption. The water from the fountain helped him heal more, too, so he was feeling better already. He loved meeting all these new friends and was so relieved it was all over. But after a few hours, as it usually is at parties, he just kept talking to so many people and getting distracted and, god, he just couldn’t leave. 

Yanno? You just keep trying to leave a party but someone or something keeps sucking you back in. All the people there. How loud they all are. Using his voice becomes exhausting. Thinking becomes exhausting. People talking to him becomes like nails on the chalkboard? Suddenly, everything is so irritating and blurry and painful and so, so loud he feels like he’s going crazy. And when he finally has a quiet moment to himself to be mindful of his own state he’s like, “Oh. I’m having an anxiety attack in slow motion and probably experiencing sensory overload. Cool.” 

He’s so mentally overwhelmed and burnt out that he just felt himself having a meltdown at ¼th the speed and knew it would speed up or blow up if he didn’t leave. They had to take him home and he just went to bed. From that day on, for another week or two, Steven is under the constant watch of the Crystal Gems and doted on. He didn’t particularly mind some affection, because he was just so relieved to be home. To be safe. To be alive. Understandably, his family and friends were worried, of course they were. How could they not be, with the state he was in after that fight? 

He looked like a dead boy walking, clothes and limbs absolutely bloody. They hadn’t the slightest clue what happened after White Diamond took control of them, and they could only look to Steven for answers. Steven always told them he doesn’t really remember what happened, which is only partially true, and they say that since then, he hasn’t seemed like himself. They say that in the aftermath, that he acted strange and cold, that now he seems ‘far away’ and is too quiet. 

While that was true, it was only the case at a certain point because Steven found it harder and harder to be around them when they looked at him like he could die at any second and talked to him like they want to scrape the inside of his skull with a spoon. 

See, Nova is struggling with his emotions a lot more now, in terms of emotional detachment and his literal demi-god power showing through in his personality a bit more? He was BORN a fusion, but reflected his human half more than the gem half for so long because he wasn’t in touch with gem stuff for the first 10 years of this life. 

This is why he couldn’t use his powers for a long time. But NOW that he’s come so far and has seen his gem half for what it really is, seen himself for who he really is, it’s changed the cognition of the human half. So now that they're whole, the gem half and all the Diamond Powers are like, ‘Hello, I am here now. I am also you.’ 

And both halves are struggling to balance the whole self out again. This is why his Pink Power™ is more obvious from this point onward. It’s the “Light of his gem shining through”, as White Diamond put it. Now, Steven himself doesn’t know this, so he can’t put his finger on why it’s so hard to talk, why he feels distant, not only from his family, but his own feelings. 

He needs time alone to work through them, to try and understand what exactly happened, and why he’s feeling so odd. At times, he feels simply… indifferent to everything, some kind of numb. But there is another uncommon feeling that frightens him more; Anger, it rises within him frequently, so much so that he almost feels bad about it when it does. He was never one to feel this way so easily before. 

Not to say he doesn’t have things to be angry about, to be emotional about. He’s angry because wasn’t even allowed to leave the house by himself for a whole week. He hadn’t seen Connie since they got back, and it seems that he could never get enough time with his father, the only other person who being around would make it easier to breathe. Every conversation with the gems eventually leads to being about what’s wrong, the questions Steven couldn’t answer, that he doesn’t want to answer. It’s hard to express this when they’re each being their own ways of overbearing about his well-being, and his anxiety is off the charts. 

The question of the Diamonds and what they were going to do, how they were going to continue, looms over him. It’s such a source of his stress that he has as much trouble falling asleep as he does staying asleep the whole night through. He has to know what’s happening. What they’re doing. He couldn’t just leave them be and expect things to not go back to how they were before. At times, he feels like he has to go back to Homeworld, but how could he? 

Especially if he told his family what happened to him? Steven knew that if he did, that they wouldn’t let him, and who knows what else would happen. Truthfully, he’s afraid they wouldn’t see or treat him the same anymore. He feels like he has to be okay as soon as possible so he can do what he feels needs to be done, but the longer this goes on the more he feels like he’s having a meltdown in slow motion. 

The peace he was hoping to have after going through such a harrowing time is yet again out of his reach… and it’s getting harder and harder to swallow his slowly boiling frustrations.

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[michael-hearteyes-wheeler]

Paranormal Story Time with Allie: The Hell House

Warnings: Uhhh scary

I mentioned a few days a go that I was in Tennessee visiting some family, and while I was there I ended up staying in one of the most haunted houses I have ever lived in. My dad has lived in this house for maybe 7 years now, and every time I go, I come back with new crazy and ridiculously scary stories. This trip was no exception.

So some backstory:

I haven't been to visit in three years because of some family drama. I don't want to get to into it, but let me just say that I blame a lot of what went down on the paranormal activity in this house. I think that spirits or ghosts or whatever you want to call them can have an affect on the people living around them. The best example I can give is that my girlfriend of five years and I never ever fight, like ever. But when we stayed in that house we got into one of our worst fights ever over literally nothing, and it was so bad that I left and just started walking down the street, and as soon as I stepped outside I felt better. The further I got from the house, the more I realized that the fight was over nothing and that it gone blown out of hand for no reason. The only reason this is important is because I want you to get a sense of the energy that this house has. Its negative, chaotic, claustrophobic, and just all around bad.

I also know from past experiences that there is one main spirit that haunts there. To make a long story short, the first night I ever stayed at that house I fell asleep on the couch because there wasn't a bed in what would later become my bedroom. It was probably 3am and I woke up to the sound of my little brother (or at least what I thought was my little brother) running out of his room, down the hallway towards the living room where I was sleeping, and then falling in the hallway and vomiting. I jumped up and ran to turn on the hall light because like... that's my brother and he is obviously sick, and when I do there is no one in the hallway. I look in the bathroom, and there is no one in there either. I think maybe the sound just traveled weird and he is still in his room (despite the sounds of running) but when I go check on him he is still sound asleep in bed. I wake him up and ask if he is okay and he is like ‘wtf do you mean, im sleeping.’ So I forget about it. I have really vivid dreams and so I tell myself it's just that I wasn't fully awake, or whatever, and go back to bed.

The next morning I wake up and tell my stepmom after my dad had left for work and she turns pure white. She asks if i'm joking, or if my dad told me to play a prank on her, and im like ‘ummm no??’ and she tells me that the first night she ever slept at this house she had heard the exact.same.thing. So im freaked out, terrified, and so is she obviously. When my dad gets home from work we both bring it up to him, and he kind of laughs. My dad is pretty much the biggest skeptic in the world but he tells us that the first night he ever stayed in the house, that he also heard the same.fucking.sounds. AND THEN he goes on to tell us that he thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him because THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THE HOUSE HAD TO SELL IT BECAUSE HIS YOUNG SON BECAME EXTREMELY ILL AND DIED.

It's been about six years since that first night, and I have learned a lot about the paranormal since then, and now I know that what we all experienced is something called residual energy. Where the spirit that is there replays the same traumatic experiences over and over again. Its fucked up and really sad, but that's the truth in this case.

So flash forward to last week (July 3rd, 2018) and im in what I now loving refer to as ‘The Hell House’. Im sleeping on the couch because my old room is now an exercise room. It's been so long that I forgot all about the little ghost boy. And wouldn't you know, at 3am I get woken up by the sounds of someone running down the hallway, falling to the ground, and vomiting. I freeze, completely panicked and torn between 1. Knowing what this thing is and 2. Still worried that this time it might be my little brother for real.

So I get up, really slowly, and I let my eyes adjust to the darkness before I get off of the couch. I can hear soft whimpers and crying coming from the hallway behind me. Im fucking sweating and shaking and I just know that when I look down the hall I am going to see something. But against my better judgement I stand up, turn around, and look down the hallway to see a blurry, shadowed figure on its hands and knees.

As soon as I see it and blink it goes away, because that's how it works (thank god) and I turn on the light. Im so scared and shaken up that I can't go back to sleep, and I sure as hell didn't turn the light off. Instead I started watching vine compilations on my phone to try to calm the fuck down.

Maybe half an hour later I hear a door open deeper in the house and I think ‘oh god, not again’ but this time it is actually my little brother, and comes walking into the living room in his pj’s rubbing his eyes and he goes;

“Did you get sick?”

And I just stare at him for a long time before I say; “No, everything is fine.” Because he is ten and I don't want to freak him out.

And he looks me dead in the eye and goes (and I shit you not) “Did you see the little sick kid?”

And all I can do is nod because I had no idea that he ever heard or saw anything.

And he goes; “Sometimes he wakes me up in the middle of the night and watches me from the corner of the room.”

.........

AND OKAY LIKE I HAVE SEEN A LOT OF SPOOKY SHIT IN MY LIFE TIME, BUT WHEN I TELL YOU THAT HEARING MY LITTLE BROTHER SAY THAT TO ME MADE ME WANT TO PASS OUT, I CAN'T STRESS HOW HONESTLY TERRIFIED I WAS. He is ten, he lives with my dad who doesn't entertain the thought of ghosts for even a second, and this kid, this poor fucking kid, is being kept awake by the dead boy who used to live in his same room. This isn't the first time my brother has been the source of ‘attacks’ from the spirits in this house before either, and this one is honestly probably one of the more tame things that has happened to him.

But I just can't fucking shake the image of that little boy in the hallway, or the thought my brother being kept awake and just seeing him staring from the corner of the room that he fucking died in. It's like out of a goddamn horror movie. My brother and I ended up watching movies until the sun came up and then we both passed out in my dad's room after he went to work.

So that basically wraps up that encounter. That is also only one (1) of the paranormal experiences I had down south because the south is so utterly and deeply haunted. I also have some new ‘hill people’ stories and if you don't know what a hill person is then you are lucky.

On the bright side, my dad is selling the house in August so no more hell house (thank god).

If you want to hear anymore of my stories from this trip, or just any of my other stories in general (I swear I have hundreds) then let me know! I love to share them. And uhhh sleep good tonight.

tagging everyone who liked the original post I made: @reddieloserz @el-themage @the-fandom-queen-28 @caseyk112 @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold @dustinhendrsn @peachskata @amazingly---boring

#I honestly think this might be the least scary story from that trip #why is my life so haunted #allie #personal #paranormal #paranormal story #ghost story #real ghost story #not st or it

[tyuumasterrace-blog]

Its a oneshot

// its around ty's 27th birthday and has been married to teddy for about 5 to six years//

Teddy sets a birthday cake on the table and turns out all the lights before going to retrieve his fair haired husband.

Ty walked in blindfolded with teddy guiding him through the house.

" teddy this is ridiculous im too old for birthday party's! " said Ty.

" well kitten I can't just sit around and do nothing on an important day like this" said the latter.

Ty grumbled as teddy pulls out his chair and makes him sit down.

Teddy took a deep breath and started to sing:

"Whaaaaaatttt day is today!, its Tyler's birthday!, what a day for a birthday!-" teddy paused mid song to give Ty a smooch on the cheek.

"Iiiiiiittts Tyler's birthday!" the older male undid ty's blindfold to reveal a small little chocolate cake with black and purple frosting, it looked homemade almost and it smelled like coco.

Ty rolled his eyes and tried to hide his smile . even though he tried teddy's goofy eyes and smile made him smile even more " c'mon baby I know you don't like birthday's but I did try my hardest to make you a cake ~

You know how hard my hand-eye-hand-eye-quardination is".

Teddy sat in the seat across from his husband at the kitchen table - just starring enthusiastically with his big stupid smile.

Alright better get this over with then... 27 candles...27 years that hes been alive...27 years that hes survived...hes happy now...he really is.

"Tyler?" Ty looked up from the cake and looked at teddy. He had a look of worry on his face as he tilted his head slightly " kitten are you okay? Your suppose to eat the cake not stare at it hehe " teddy leaned forward and wiped ty' s face - he hadn't even realized that he started crying .

" y-yeah...um...teddy how does this work??" Ty pushed his hand away from his face and stared intensely at the confection in front of him.

" what do you mean "how does it work?" you just blow out the candles and make a wish . everyone knows that?" .

" wells im not everyone! I just never understood why people do this..." he grumbled. "

"Its okay just make a wish " the dim light of the candles reflected into teddy's damaged amber eyes, in this light he didn't look so broken... Beautiful...

"What should I wish for? " the blonde questioned. " anything baby" teddy yawned it was really late.

" anything..." Ty thought long and hard before taking a deep breath and blowing out the candles all at once. He smiled warmly at his charcoal haired husband.

Teddy immediately caught that look in ty's eyes" oh no...I know that look you wished for something evil didn't you~" .

" no not really~" Ty sounded confident as he picked up the cake knife and started to cut the cake up .

"I mean its something ive always thought about having eventually. Maybe ill get it this year~"

The words echoed around in teddy's mind for a bit " what did he want???oh no did I get the wrong gift?! How could I be so fucking stupid?!" he thought.

Teddy couldn't stand it anymore he stood up as Ty handed his a plate with chocolate cake on it " okay. You got me. What did you wish for-" . Ty stuck his tongue out stubbornly " not telling~" he cooed.

" Ty c'mon I just wanna make sure -"

" no can do teddy bear" the mention of his nickname made him turn a dark shade of crimson.

" tttyyyyyleeerrrr please! " he whined.

Ty groaned

" I wished...for a family..."

Ty turned his head as to not show his bright red face .

Teddy paused and thought for a second they'd talked about this before in the past but they never could come to a conclusion.

" y-you have a f-family sweetheart! " he nervously chuckled.

Ty raised an eyebrow at him

" me, Evan, milo! And Phil and Pierre-"

" yes but you see they are all couples WITH CHILDREN" Ty raised his voice He means business..." Hell I think even Damien and Jordan have started to consider having s kid of their own! Teddy we won't live forever I just want to do something-"

"TY I SAID NO!" teddy's booming voice echoed the room making Ty back up in fear.

Teddy never liked using his work voice at home , he didn't want to fight with Ty like this

Teddy avoiding eye contact left the room and went out onto the balcony.

Ty was still shaken up from his husbands sudden outburst but he followed him onto the balcony were he found him on the ground with his back against the glass of the ledge, huddled over covering his face .

He could hear faint sniffling- teddy was crying .Ty sat next to him and put an arm around him.

"Teddy...why don't you want to have kids?" he said with empathy and worry in his voice.

Teddy took a bit of time to respond " Tyler..look at me...look at what ive done... Im a cybernetic scared up mental freak"

" what kind of kid would want a warlord as a father figure! Hell I couldn't even stand up against my own dad! Thats how I got the scars on my face! I don't want that kid to end up like me! I don't want them to be alone ...im...im scared Ty..." he started shivering more tears poured out from his eyes.

Ty hugged his big idiot and made him look at him .even sitting down teddy was bigger than him..." teddy...look...ive seen you at your best but ive also seen you at your worst- " wiping tears from his eyes teddy sniffled " I know that you do have the potential to be a good person in you just tried...sure the kid won't be perfect but they'll be something! And one of those things is defiantly not alone.

There are good parts ...and bad parts ..we have to look at this and take the good with the bad".

Teddy nodded in understanding " is this really what you want kitten?" teddy's eyes were red and puffy" it really is... But only with you"

Teddy hugged his smaller husband and nuzzled into his soft neck" ill do it...ill check the adoption and surrogate downers lists in the armada. Im still scared Tyler..." Ty hugged him back tighter " you aren't the only one!" Ty was a happy mess.

"Hey Ty"

" what teddy bear?"

" happy birthday~"

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH that's it for now children~

[Admin zeke ]

[catty-words]

🐜 Rebecca/Nathaniel, if you're feelin' it.

send me an emoji & a pairing and i’ll write you a short fic? [except please don’t, i’m not writing any more of these] - 🐜 (freaking cause there’s a bug pls deal with it im not touching it)

title: that silly girl, she’s all wound up [1/3]summary: “I posit that in a week’s time, I’ll have you, A, admitting that you still believe in love; and B, begging me to kiss you.”

Nathaniel learns that Rebecca’s a little more deeply wounded by what happened with Josh than she lets on and decides to do something about it.Word Count: 2,300Author’s Note: @bethanyactually has my gratitude forever for both betaing this story and being my friend.This first section is kind of a cross between a chapter and a prologue – next week’s installment is over three times the length, no exaggeration. It also might be the funniest non-crack!fic I’ve written to date, so good things are on the horizon!Who else is looking forward to season 3 with all their might?

(ao3)

~~~

“Bunch, I need you to stay over today.” Nathaniel slaps a couple files down on the counter above Rebecca’s cubicle, knowing it’ll earn him an annoyed huff.

“Why?”

“How about because I’m your boss and I said so?”

She quirks a challenging brow at him. “Just for that, I’m leaving an hour early.”

Though his glare would send a lesser employee into groveling mode, Rebecca meets his eye with fierce determination. They stay locked in a staring competition until Paula clears her throat.

“Actually, I need that Harvard-and-Yale brain of yours on the junkyard dispute,” he explains, shooting a sheepish look in Paula’s direction. “That is, unless you’re not feeling up for it.”

She scoffs. “Oh, please. I’m the most up for it. One might say I’m uppity.”

Paula lets out an amused cough, but Nathaniel decides not to touch that one.

“Great. I’ll see you in the conference room at 6:30 sharp.”

“I’ll be there. With my A game. In fact, I already have a proposal typed up and ready to go.” Rebecca pats a thick, lime green binder that’s sitting on her desk.

He smirks. “So do I.”

“I bet mine’s better.”

“I bet it’s not.”

“Oh, it is so on.”

Again, Paula clears her throat, only this time it’s just to cover her spitting out the word disgusting.

Nathaniel throws her a warning scowl before he walks away. He can’t help glancing back at Rebecca from across the office, though. The binder is open on her desk, and she’s quietly reading her work to herself.

He almost smiles softly, but her head snaps up—probably sensing his eyes on her—and he quickly fixes his features into more of a leer.

She sneers back, flashing him the thumbs up.

When her attention is focused back on her proposal, Nathaniel darts toward his office.

He should probably proofread his work again before their meeting.

~~~

There are a lot of words Nathaniel would use to describe Rebecca Bunch. Buxom. Intense. Pathetic.

But one of his newfound favorites is competitive.

No matter what Miss ‘I Hated the Ivy League Circuit I’m So Glad To Be Keeping It Breezy In So-Cal’ says, it’s in her blood to rise to the challenge. He had discovered this intriguing personality trait during an otherwise uninteresting afternoon at a pre–client-meeting prep session.

“You’re planning to suggest they settle?” Rebecca had asked him incredulously. “That’s terrible practice.”

“Part of being a good lawyer is knowing when to tell your clients their case is a lost cause. Sometimes the smartest thing you can do is back down.”

“What, are we in a John Grisham novel? You do remember we primarily practice real estate law, right? The stakes aren’t high enough to merit backing down.”

Nathaniel had rolled his eyes and pushed out of his seat to find a file in the cart by the window.

“Ah!”

Rebecca had appeared at his side in an instant. “What? What’s wrong?” He had pointed wordlessly at the stink bug crawling across the glass and she cocked her head at him. “Are you serious right now?”

“Mock later, kill now.”

“You’re afraid of bugs?”

“A bug,” Nathaniel had clarified. “The brown marmorated stink bug.”

“But they’re essentially harmless,” Rebecca had said. “The only thing they do is smell bad, and that’s only if you kill them.” When he’d squinted quizzically at her, she’d shrugged. “I went through an entomology phase as a kid. It ended when my mother confiscated all the books I got from the library, saying something about how she didn’t go through the agony of childbirth to have me grow up to be a glorified exterminator. But I still learned a lot. Seriously, it’s best to just leave these guys alone.”

He’d shaken his head. “Nope, no, I’m sorry but I can’t trust any insect that’s dressed for battle. It’s shaped like a shield because it’s ready to fight. They’re evil, okay? Evil.”

Rebecca had smiled a dangerous smile then. “You’re really not gonna give this up, are you?”

“What part of evil do you not understand? These things are the Voldemort of the insect world.”

She’d made a funny face at him. “They’re probably more on the Draco Malfoy side of evil. You know, misunderstood…spurred on by societal expectations.”

“So you admit they’re at least a little bit evil,” Nathaniel had said, inching away from the window as the bug crawled higher.

“No, I was just fixing your metaphor.”

“Would you please kill it already?” He had snapped.

“I could…” she’d said, drawing out the o, “or we could have a little fun.” He’d kept his eyes on the stink bug, waiting for her to spit it out. “How about we look it up, and if I’m right, I get to take the lead with the clients. We’re not throwing out that case.”

He’d spared her an annoyed glance. She’d had her arms crossed over her chest and was already wearing a triumphant expression. Not for the first time, he’d noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the way all her smiles were slightly off. He’d felt a pang of worry in his chest.

With an exasperated sigh, he’d said, “If we find out that I’m right, you’re killing this bug.”

She’d held out her hand, ready to close the deal.

Needless to say, Nathaniel had spent the entirety of the meeting silent, watching the stink bug when it was in sight and only half paying attention to Rebecca working over their client.

But—despite the hit he took to his masculinity that day—he considered the incident a success. After all, one of the tricks to being a good manager is knowing what motivates your employees.

It’s not that he has a personal interest in what makes her tick. Not at all.

~~~

“Does salad dressing expire?” Rebecca asks, studying a grimy bottle of French she got out of the company refrigerator.

He snatches it from her. “Don’t you even think about drowning that spring mix in dressing. That wasn’t part of the terms of our Coffee Challenge.”

“Yeah, well, you won on a technicality. So I should be able to bend the rules a little,” she says, reaching across the table to grab the bottle back. He holds it above his head and far out of her reach, and she falls back into her chair, pouting like a child.

“It’s not my fault you got up early to cheat and just happened to go to the same coffee cart I frequent.”

“Okay, but you were there to cheat, too,” she reminded him.

“True, but you still cheated first. So I won, doesn’t matter how,” he says, standing to put the dressing back in the fridge.

She mumbles something under her breath about compromising the integrity of victory, and he smirks at her. The grin only grows more pronounced when she chomps down on a mouthful of lettuce and nearly gags.

“Here comes Whi-Jo,” Nathaniel says, nodding politely as he breezes into the kitchen. “Like clockwork.”

Rebecca actually gags then, theatric and obnoxious, when Darryl leans in for a kiss. “Showoffs.”

“I don’t know,” Nathaniel says. “I think they’re kinda cute.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” She drops her fork with a clatter. “Mr. ‘Commitment Is Boring’ thinks that’s cute?”

He steals another glance at the couple, who’re standing so close their foreheads are touching. They’re both wearing bright smiles, and Nathaniel feels a wistful tug in his chest. “It’s not something I want for myself,” he explains, though the words sound a little hollow. “I guess, I don’t know, I like Darryl in the same way you feel compelled to feed stray cats. So it’s nice to see him happy.”

“Whatever,” Rebecca says, stabbing at her salad. “I thought I could at least count on you for relationship bitterness, but you’re totally going soft.”

“I am not,” he says, horrified.

“You are. God, now who am I gonna go to when I want to rant about how disgusting love is?”

“I am not soft,” Nathaniel insists. “And you don’t really believe love is disgusting.”

“I sure do. Being left at the altar during my wedding made me realize some things. For example, love is garbage and so is Josh Chan.”

“Well I won’t argue with the second part.”

She flips him off. “You know what else is garbage? This salad. I’m getting dressing and you can’t stop me.”

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t protest.

~~~

“You wanted to see me?” Paula asks, stepping into his office.

“Yeah, close the door behind you.”

She does as she’s told before sitting. “What’s up, boss?”

“I’m worried about Rebecca,” he says, whispering conspiratorially.

“Join the club,” Paula says. “Who isn’t these days?”

Nathaniel frowns. “Obviously her behavior since the wedding’s been erratic, but she said something to me today that really has me troubled.”

Her eyebrows knit together. “What is it?”

He checks to make sure no one’s right outside his office before leaning over his desk. “She said she doesn’t believe in love anymore.”

Paula blinks. “Okay?”

“That doesn’t,” Nathaniel struggles for a moment, trying to put words to the twisted ball of emotion creating the ache in his chest, “…bother you?”

“I think it’s a normal reaction to what she’s been through,” she says, waving away his concern. “Personally, I’ve given up on love for way less. After I had my first kid, Scott and I didn’t touch each other for months, and I convinced myself that love was a farce. Now though, if we happen to get a moment alone once a year, I’m like ‘The hills are alive, magic is real.’ All that junk.”

He sits back in his chair. “First of all, thank you for that bit of oversharing. I’m going to do my best to forget that I know anything about your sex life.”

“You know what, I think that’s better for both of us.”

“Agreed. As for Rebecca, you’re saying she just needs to have a The Hills are Alive moment, and she’ll go back to normal?”

Paula’s expression suddenly turns scrutinizing, and Nathaniel resists the urge to shift in his seat. “Why do you care so much about Rebecca’s personal philosophy on love, anyway?”

“We’re friends,” he says dismissively, turning his attention to his computer and opening his email.

“And?”

He scoffs. “And nothing.”

“Wanna know what I think?”

He opens up a new message and starts typing random words, hoping she’ll get the hint that he’s busy and leave.

It doesn’t work.

“I think you’re in love with her.”

“That is—that’s just.” He falters, clears his throat, and then calmly says, “Ridiculous.”

Paula clucks her tongue. “Not only are you in love with her, but you’ve got it bad. Weren’t you the one who sent for her father, forced him to show up to her wedding? If that doesn’t scream ‘big romantic gesture,’ I don’t know what does.”

Nathaniel turns to her, stern frown on his face. “I don’t think about Rebecca like that; it’d be highly inappropriate.” She hums in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say anything. Her silence compels him to add, “I simply don’t want her to give up on what’s important to her because of that dipshit Chan. I mean, a Rebecca who isn’t a hopeless romantic is as weird as one who isn’t constantly humming show tunes or making bad Harry Potter puns. It’s a part of who she is.”

“Uh-uh.” Paula studies him with a huge grin on her face.

“Shut up,” he grumbles, turning back to his fake email.

When he looks up again, she’s gone, thankfully, but the unsettled feeling in his stomach lingers.

~~~

“Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?” Rebecca asks, poking her head into his office the next morning.

He’s rendered silent for a moment too long, letting his gaze linger on her face despite the mountain of paperwork he needs to read through before noon.

“Dude, did you just fall asleep with your eyes open?” she asks. “You’re freaking me out.”

“What? No, I—sorry. Yeah. We’re trying the new Thai place on East Cameron, right?”

“Yeah, and you promised to pay. You better not forget that part.”

Nathaniel laughs a bit too heartily and then coughs to cover up his embarrassment. “I, uh, I haven’t.”

Rebecca steps into the office then, tilting her head and watching him carefully. “Is everything alright with you?”

He gestures to all the files littering his desk. “Just a little overworked. It makes me giddy.”

“You’re probably the only person on the entire planet with that problem,” she says, but visibly relaxes, accepting that explanation for his weird behavior. “Is there anything I can help you out with? Feel free to say no.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “Nothing work related. I did want to talk to you about something, though.”

She waggles her eyebrows, and the silly gesture makes Nathaniel feel lightheaded. “Sounds ominous.”

“Not really. I’ve been thinking about our next challenge.”

“Oh, good, cause I’ve got nothing,” Rebecca says, plopping down into one of his chairs. “But I think it’s time to step up our game. Take things to the next level before this gets boring.”

“I’m so glad you think so,” Nathaniel says. His heart thunders in his chest, but his smile remains calm and coy.

Rebecca smirks back. “So what’ve you got?”

He stands, walks around to the front of his desk, and perches on the edge, angling himself toward her. Not once does he break eye contact.

“I posit that in a week’s time, I’ll have you, A, admitting that you still believe in love; and B, begging me to kiss you.”

She stares, a deer caught in the headlights. “Wh-what?”

He nods. “You have to resist me for a week—that’s the challenge. If you can do it, I’ll never make a pass at you again. If you can’t, well, I get the satisfaction of being right.”

“Shouldn’t I get to pick what happens if I win?” Rebecca says, jerking up her chin defiantly. Her quickened breath gives away her nerves, though.

“Sure,” Nathaniel agrees easily. “So we have a deal?”

After a second of deliberation, she takes his outstretched hand and gives it a firm shake.

#rebecca x nathaniel #crazy ex girlfriend #rebecca bunch #nathaniel plimpton #my fic #bethanyactually #replies #short emoji fics #*supposed to be short emoji fic #i currently have over 10000 words of content

[venusbrinas-blog]

PARENTING...IT"L SCARE U SHITLESS...

Hey guys..whats up...how was yalls day..i can only hope better than mine..well yesterday was an awful really awful EPIC MOM FAIL day.. It was so bad it scared me shitless and landed us in the emergency room all day..well from 10:20a.m till 5:45p.m in the afternoon..I don't even know where to start..the day started off normal..i gave my little guy chayse his adhd meds..hes 6 years old..then we had breakfast an went to watch cartoons an cuddle on the couch..well he says mommy im gonna go potty really fast..so im like ok..i mean that's normal hes potty trained so i dont go with him unless he needs me these days..so im layin there watchin tv an i hear my older son yell out mom chayse just took a handful of pills..i went running and yall he had taken 5 more of his adhd meds..hes only 42 lbs..i had already gave him his dose which was 1 tablet..he takes Ritalin 10mg..so he took 6 more which means n a 30 minute span he took 60mg...i went into full blown anxiety freak out shaken mom mode im on the phone with poision control as im driving & rushing him to the er...i was frantic an just terrified when i walked threw those doors..as a mom im thinkin the worst possible in my head..if your a mom im sure u understand what i mean..our mind goes to some dark places of what could happen an whats gonna happen when we are scared shitless...so i signed him in they took him straight back and hooked him up to cardiac monitors and oxygen monitors..i was still of course freakin out but tryin really hard to be brave for him and failing...i was so scared and upset & there alone still cryin worried to death because his heart rate is up and his bp is elevated..were now a little over 40 mins after taken the meds.. and he is acting weird like so weird..scarry weird..my baby is literally actin like a zombie in another world just sitting here so quiet staring into space..they started an iv..took blood cultures of started fluids an gave him some meds that made him puke an puke alot...he started acting normal an more like himself around 2..i have never been so dam scared in my life..finally they discharge us after observation all afternoon..so on my way home i went to target and i bought a safe with a key and yep u nailed it..all meds in my home are inside of it an in my closet hid..befor they were put away up high in the kitchen cabinet but he quietly climbed on the counter an snuck them to the bathroom an took them..i asked him why he retook the meds he new better & he said mommy i seen boys on youtube that gave some kids alot of pills and they turned into hulk and other super heros..i wanted to be hulk to...so ummm ya..(we want be watching the tube anymore)well at least he want be and i then explained very seriously on his level eye to eye to him that they more than likely didnt take meds but probally some candy to look like it was meds because it isnt real..you want turn into anything..you will DIE...it scared him as well as me..he was terrified still today to take his meds..he had alot of questions befor taken his normal doses..he said momny i could have died yesterday..i broke down again..ive been an emotional wreck since this happened...i feal like a shitty mom and like i let my son down..how did i not hear him climbing..why did i not already have these meds under lock an key..?? ive beat myself all day over this mess...hes ok and im constantly saying thank u lord for keeping my baby safe..this could have been so bad if my son hadn't seen him an told me..the what ifs are to scarey to even think about..this could have easily turned out differently...im just so thankful it didn't.!!! i pray to god yalls day was way better than mine..

[sending-the-message]

So my friends and I broke into an abandoned school and i've never been more traumatized in my life. by oddliar

My three friends, Aiden, Blair, Alexia and I have all been a group for a little over a year. we've done everything and more together. I was driving through town one day and saw this abandoned building, it looked like a school. That's when i thought of the idea to try and get into the place for fun. I texted them and they seemed to be pretty hyped up and excited. So the next day, we planned to break in.

As we were walking up the path, we saw a few security cameras and it was raining pretty heavy, there was even lightning (cliché, right?) so we didn't waste any time debating wether to do it or not. We jumped the gate and ran over the the front entrance. the doors were locked and we heard a high pitched buzzing noise coming from inside.

"Let's break a window", Aiden said before we realized that all of the bottom rows of windows were boarded up. The only other windows were further up and we didn't have anything to climb. So we walked around the side of the building and noticed that there were large doors, but they were covered by some sort of heavy containers that were stacked up. We couldn't find a way in. That was until we found a tiny shelter/building thing that was connected to the building - I'm not too sure what to call it - and we saw doors at one side. To our surprise, they were unlocked.

Of course, we opened the doors. They were pretty stiff and it took all four of us to pull at the doors for them to open. They were all scraped on the other side. We all smiled at each other in a way that said, "this is pretty cool shit". We checked to see if the lights worked, but they didn't. There were tiny bits of light shining through into the halls though. I took a lot of photos with my new camera, i'm a very sentimental guy. We guided ourselves through the building with our phone's flashlights. We walked through the halls which were lined with doors to classrooms. We opened every single door and walked in, looking in the drawers of the teachers desk, looking in the storage rooms, it was so creepy and amazing at the same time.

At this point, it wasn't that light outside anymore, and there was still rain and thunder/lightning. We had explored most of the bottom floor, the last place we went was the big, empty sport hall before walking up the stairs. Me, being the most excited ran up the stairs before the others and i turned the corner where they couldn't see and immediately saw doors to the library and i turned around to show my friends who were right behind me. Except they weren't. I texted my friends a bunch of times and tried to call them but none of them were answering. I didn't know what to do. Do I go back where we walked in? Do I wait for them? Do I keep exploring?

I decided to walk back down the stairs and go through the halls, checking every room we entered until I reached the doors that we came through. They were closed, even though we left them open. I kicked and kicked as hard as I could but they wouldn't open. I heard Aiden in the distance, like he was upstairs. It sounded like he was talking to someone but I didn't hear any other voices and I couldn't make out what he was saying. I shouted, "Aiden?" and got no reply. I shouted again, "Aiden? Im literally shaking, please stop this isn't funny", and nothing happened. I know my friends very well, and I know they wouldn't keep a joke going on this long, and they definitely wouldn't do something like this. I was really freaking out now, so I ran through the whole school trying to get to the top floor where the windows weren't boarded up.

Eventually, I reached the third and top floor and noticed it was dark outside. I peeked through one of the windows and saw three little lights, and I realized it was my friends. I felt immediate anxiety in my chest. I knocked the window but they didn't react. They were all standing there; Alexia was crying while Aiden and Blair argued. They all looked shaken and/or worried. I picked up a piece of metal that was lying on the ground with the dust, other materials and debris. I banged against the window, trying to smash it and it wouldn't work. I even kicked it multiple times and nothing happened. Then I noticed handprints on every other window on this floor. As if other people in the past had their hands against the window, peeking out. Exactly like I was doing at that moment. I put my hands on my head in a moment of despair. I really didn't know what to do. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "FUCK". Then I heard footsteps around the corner. I stood in shock, and didn't move or speak or react at all. Then they stopped and a voice like Blair's spoke and said, "How the fuck do I get out of here?" It said in a frantic voice. A tear dripped down my face.

I walked down the hall and as I passed one window, and another, I heard a thumping on one of the windows and someone screaming for help. It was a female voice, much like Alexia's... I ran fast down the hall and reached some stairs and I was so horrified that I slipped on one of the last steps and fell to the ground. I cut my arm on a piece of debris on the ground. I screamed in pain and wiped my arm in my shirt. I was now on the second floor. Then, I continued and walked back down to the bottom floor and ran into the sports hall. There was no way out from there. I walked through and saw a small garden that I didn't notice was there at first.

The door was unlocked and I pushed it open, it wasn't too stiff. I walked through the garden and was getting drenched in the rain. I saw a path and walked along it, walking alongside the school dinner hall. These windows weren't boarded up, but some of them were so dirty you couldn't really look through them. Suddenly, a loud bang came from the window and i saw the silhouette of a human body against the window. It seemed to walk backwards and then suddenly ran forwards and slammed into the window. I stood in shock as this person or thing slammed itself into the window. It was so dark outside now, practically pitched black. I ran along the path away from the dinner hall windows and it brought me to the back of the school. I ran round the side that we didn't explore and saw gates. I tried to climb over them multiple times before finally getting over them. I ran down this side which brought me to the front of the building and I didn't see my friends. I screamed for them and got no reply. I sat for ten minutes thinking about where they could have gone. Then I heard panting. I heard running footsteps and it was Aiden, he climbed over the same gate that I did. He ran over to me and hugged me. A few seconds after, Blair came the same way. She saw us and cried. She was shaking like crazy. Alexia was still not here. The three of us stood in silence, waiting for something to happen. We heard a faint scream getting louder as Alexia ran into the gate that we had all jumped over. She began to climb it and eventually got over, before collapsing onto the ground and crying in front of us.

We all discussed what happened and that's when we all got even more freaked out. I'll tell you now. Alexia, panting, told us what happened to her first. She said, "After Henry (me) walked up the stairs, I ran up after him and couldn't see him in the hall so I turned round to where Blair and Aiden were walking behind me and they weren't there. I got lost and I walked everywhere. I went to the top floor and I saw you three outside. Then I heard banging on the windows. Then I banged on the windows and screamed for help but you couldn't hear me." - That's when she noticed that Blair, Aiden and I had our hands over our mouths in shock. "Thats almost exactly what happened to me," Blair started. Aiden put his hands on his head in awe and listened while Alexia had a confused look on her face. Blair continues, "Aiden and me were walking up the stairs to look for Alexia and Henry but we couldnt see you guys. Aiden went into one of the classrooms and I walked into the library. When I couldn't find Alexia or Henry, I walked out of the library and Aiden wasn't there. I was shaking, calling his name and asking him where he went but he didn't reply". Aiden then included, "Blair, when I came out of the classroom you were nowhere to be found. Neither were Henry or Alexia. I went looking on the top floor and just kept asking myself how the fuck could I get out". I told my side of the story and we connected the pieces. We were all in the same place; speaking, yelling, banging but none of us could see each other. We could hear each other, but not see each other. I heard Blair talking, Alexia banging on the windows for help, and Aiden talking to himself. We all heard each other, but didn't see each other.

After we finished talking and realised what the fuck had just happened, Alexia pointed out the front of the building. Some of the windows in the top floor that weren't boarded up had words painted on them. "L E A V E N O W". We looked at each other before sprinting out of the property. It's been months since that night and we still talk about it a lot but we have never understood why or what happened to us.

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