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vyntilador · 1 year

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Let Me Cherish You

The boys catching you talking oh-so affectionately about them🫶

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Genre: Fluff / Romance

Character/s: Marius, Artem, Luke, Vyn

Fandom: Tears of Themis

A/N: me rn screaming into my pillow and getting all giddy writing vyns part LMFOAOAWHSHAHAAHH

(you talking is color red, marius is purple, artem is blue luke is orange n vyn is green btw)

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𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼

You were over at his family home havinf a small chat over tea with his father when he suddenly raised the question; "What did you find in Marius that made you love him?" You pondered the question for a moment, gathering it all and smiling to yourself as you thought more about him. "Well, for starters, I love his eyes. That maybe sounds a bit basic but I love the way he looks at everything as if it's the most priceless thing in the world. He uses everything he sees as an inspiration either as a painter or a businessman. Even if he had this.. 'annoying' laid-back attitude, I admire him for still being able to make me smile and comfort me in dark times." You were unaware of the smile blooming on your face as you kept going. "In all honesty, there's kind of a lot of things I like about him. Maybe some, I haven't found yet or some that are just so amazing that I can't put it to words." Austin von Hagen laughs softly and later then turns his gaze into the doorway where his son stood, frozen and staring fondly at his lover.

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𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓶

(god he deserves all the wholesome energy in the world so here😭)

You and Artem were stationed in an orphanage for a task in the law firm. The job you were given was connected to a child that resides within the orphanage which led you to your situation right now. You were sat on the floor with a number of children surrounding you as they 'interrogate' you. "Miss, is he your husband?" A little girl speaks up, her big, innocent eyes gazing into yours as if she sees your soul itself. "Uhm, no—" You were taken aback by the child's sudden inquiry that you stuttered slightly. "Mr. Wing is my co-worker. He's not my lover." You smiled sweetly at the child as you explained to her. "But how come you act like a married couple?" What..?—"Yeah! My mommy and daddy act exactly the same!" two kids now spoke and your panic increases. "Missy, if you're not married, then surely you like him, right?" A little boy asks and you sigh internally at the sudden turn of events. "Look! Miss attorney is turning red!" Many of the kids cheered and you sighed once more, not knowing how to deal with them. The children begged you to answer their questions and you were left with no choice. "..Yes, I kinda like him." You responded in a soft and quiet tone, making sure he doesn't hear. "But why do you like him?" a child asks, gaining the other kids attention. "Why do I like him..?" you ponder for a moment then spoke. "Well, he's really kind. Whenever I'm working, he's always looking out for me. And also, I look up to him! He's such a great person overall that I want to be like him. And.." "Look! She's smiling! " A little girl interrupts and the room full of children erupt with cheerful voices. "That's what my dad always does whenever mom comes home from work." The hoard of children discuss amongst themselves once more and you felt helpless until the sweet sound of a voice all too familiar was heard amongst the voices of the children. "Hey now, let miss have some rest. She's been very busy and I want you all to take good care of her, not tire her, okay?" "Okay!" the children agree in unison. Artem smiles to himself as he thinks of the words you described him as. He makes sure to stop by at the flower shop before going to work tomorrow.

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𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓮

A karaoke booth packed with 'adults' screaming singing their hearts out. That was the kind of situation you were currently in with Luke and your old classmates. Luke held the microphone in one hand while his eyes were trained on the tv displaying the lyrics. Your gaze stayed unmoving on him until somebody spoke up from beside you. "So, you still like him?" You whip your head to the direction of the voice to see one of your old best friend along side Luke back then snickering. You stayed silent, not knowing how to answer. More of your friends heard the topic of discussion and crowded around you for an answer. "What'dya like about him?" "If I had to guess it's probably his academic ability." "No! Not only that! Look at his build." "I can't believe you guys only look on the outside. It's his personality!" They all argued about which it was you liked about him but the answer was clear in your heart. "I don't like him just because he has a well built body or he's very intelligent but, I love him because he's always sincere. Ever since we were children, he was always honest with me. He never hesitated to do anything just to cheer me up and I love him for that. Though, I think he's gotten used to basically throwing his own well-being away just to save me and I wanna keep his mind at ease that it's not only him that has to protect the other. I'll protect him too, even if I'm not really capable." The girls that swarmed around you all swooned and squealed in excitement, saying how your love story would be just like a kid's fantasy novel about princesses. A blush bloomed on your face, mimicking the color of red flowers while trying to avoidtheir gazes but what you were unaware of was that Luke was looking straight at you the whole time, falling in love all over again.

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You were only supposed to bring him lunch when you're suddenly swarmed by his students, all asking you questions as per your sudden appearance within the school. All the female students all talk amongst themselves while the others interrogate you and suddenly, a voice pierces through the noisy atmosphere. "Wait! You're all asking the useless questions! Miss, are you and Professor Richter dating?" The room goes quiet as all the students' attention turns to you. They all move closer to you demanding an answer and you sigh, defeated. "No, we're just..." as you thought of an answer, you suddenly cut yourself off , thinking if you were friends, acquaintances, work partners or...lovers. "... friends?" you finish your answer in an unsure manner. The students scoff and others laugh. "Come on miss, we're psychology students. There's no way in this green earth that Professor Richter looks at you like that and you're only friends!" students all agree and nod as they talk loudly once more. "Well, let's just say you're just crushing on him, what do you like about Professor Richter?" A rosy tint slowly emerges to your cheeks as seconds pass while you thought deeply about it. "Well— uhm.." you sigh and just decided to speak your thoughts. "He's very kind and caring. The moment I saw him, I already felt comfortable around him, with that soft expression he has. He's good both inside and outside. And uhm, please don't tell him but, I was already captivated by him on our first meeting. I mean— if you'd all just seen how cute and...attractive..? he was! I swear, I could've melted right then and ther—" the sudden sound of a low chuckle in the tone and voice you're all too familiar with interrupts your words as you look up and see all the students' eyes wide while some cover their mouths and you slump knowing that he's right behind you. "My rose, can we speak privately for a moment?" his voice was calming and smothered with loving affection and you take a quick look at the students again all hurrying out the room to give you privacy all the while snickering amongst themselves. "I've told them to get home as soon as classes are dismissed but they still don't listen." he takes a few steps to stand in front of you and he puts his finger underneath your chin to gently tilt it upwards so that he can lay his eyes upon your face. "But I guess I have them to thank for letting me overhear how much you adore me." he takes your hand in his and gives a chaste kiss on the back of it. "How about a dinner date then, my love?"

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A/N:this shit messy fr💀

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chimerathewriter · 10 months

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SO UHM.... I love Games of Thrones all the content book/comic/tv show (even if I was ripping my hair out)

I don't want to sound mean and shit...because everybody has the right to consume content as they like.

And from consuming content other content made by fans appear, fanart and fanfiction, blogs (which I freaking adore).

Let's remeber that those are just FAN works cause it seems some people don't understand.

When we talk about the specific content the CANON content we have exclude bias created by fan works because the conversation won't have nuance and sense.

Especially in GRR Martin works, because you cant go around the internet and spread misinformation especially the people who only watched the tv series.

And I saw it especially in House of the dragon with the stupid fan wars team green vs team black.

Let's remeber that a book of Fire and Blood is not a reliable source of information because the maester who wrote it lived years apart from the end of the Dance of the dragons. And kinda wel not kinda was a misogynist so the story was favouring a certain team.

But let's leave that for a second and let's start debunking misinformation and stupid comments:

And please don't say oh I'm coming after team green fans, majority of mischaracterization and misinformation comes from team green fans

Rhaenyra is not heir of the throne Aegon is: Like have we seen the same show since episode 1 they call princess Rhaenyra heir of the throne, even with Aegon being born nothing changed. Aegon gets called the usurper because team green usurp the iron throne from the rightful heir.

Rhaenyra didn't support Baela's claim to inherit House Velaryon: *deep sigh* How could have she done she's not a Velaryon she MARRIED INTO the house, she became a widow and remarried she has no power. If you want criticize someone is Corlys he's the head of the house. And even if Baela succeeded Vaemond and some other Velaryon would have not agreed on letting a woman be heir of Driftmark

Leanor and Rhaenyra should have taken their duties more seriously: nunber one let me just say how funny how your opinions about this characters really show who you really are. Let's remeber Leanor is a gay man and I'm not forgetting some of ya'll homophobic rhetoric. How do yall know they never tried having children. Because if we watched the same show Laenor loves Rhaenyra and she loves him they probably agreed and tried. Some of yall are crazy saying that she should have forced him. If that ever happened the hate towards her would have intensified . Instead of talking how patriarchy literally forced him to marry a woman yall want to dehumanize him instead. And please let's stop comparing this situation to Margery because those are two different stories.

Rhaenyra would have just inherit the throne just for herself and not other women: in my previous post I said this but the more I think. Why do yall expect Rhaenyra to be a feminism advocate

The strong boy bullied Aemond: What they did was wrong cause laying at a kid who doesn't have a dragon is wrong. But bullying how does a 5 year old bullies a almost q0 year old. Luke and Jace were wrong for the pig situation. But let's talk about the Aegon of it all. Why do people like to attack Strong boys so bad, they were literally two kids who wanted to be cool like their older uncle Aegon so they followed what he did. But some of team green stans never bring up how Aegon, Otto and Alicent is the reason how Aemond is Aemond. Because why never mentioning how Argon sent his 13 year old brother in a whore house. How adults failed him because his grandpa and mother literally indoctrinated him in hating team black more.

Aemond is not a feminist is an incel, a hypocrite a man who hates bastards and then had a bastard. And don't give me he was charmed bullshit Targaryen don't get influenced by magic. He was not the best warrior or rider. The only reason he won his battle because he was fighting against the weak (squire, childre and elderly) example Simon Strong and literally made an unnecessarypool of blood in the Riverlands and let'snot talk about Daeron. He was too fool of himself and the got popped by a 50 year ol man.

Lucerys shouldn't get punished: Both of the kids should have get punished from that night. Not only two of them all of them. If you listened you hear Baela saying that Aemond was about to kill Jace. Lucerys maimed Aemond as self defense. Stop saying he WANTED to do it he was 5 who premeditates to main someone. Stop saying that people were afraid of Aemond cause of his eye. No he had a bad attitude and had the biggest dragon. I get in fanfiction yall have to out some spice but at this put out AU tag. Because people can't differentiate CANON from FANON. I let mischaracterization a little bit go in fanfiction but stop getting confused.

Aegon ate: You know damn well

Hating Rhaenyra for going to a brother is just internalized misogyny especially when yall defend Aegon

Team Green was not smart and didn't win the dance. Otto literally had the time to train Aegon as king and didn't then when Aegon became king literally fired him as hand of the king. Team green lost completely when Jaehera died.

The biggest proof of internalized misogyny in team green stand how yall make fun of Rhaenyra still birth and her weight. Just like the maesters in the book

Is ironic and sad that the only person that survived for a while in team green was Jaehera a daughter. If team green didn't uphold misogyny who knows she could have been heir.

Aegon III the third is not team green he literally saw his mother getting killed I understand why he's so depressed

Being racist to house Velaryon is not cute at all. GRR Martin said that they were originally black

Saying the only reason your team green is for Haelena is stupid. Because she was literally abused from team green, her mother and brother. They used her as a pawn and coming back with Aemond being a feminist or a good person if he was he would have never let his sister go through all that. The happiest moment we saw her was dancing with Jace.

Strong boys didn't deserve the hate or to die

Saying if you were Rhaenyra you would have never snuck out, "sleep around" or have bastard children is just slut shaming.

Daemon is a bad person yes but even Aemond, Aegon and Daeron, they are not pinterest boys as ya'll like to headcanon.

Alicent saying that if Jace would have become King, Kingslanding would have become a huge brother is quite hypocrisy because she's talking about her kids even when she calls the Strong boys savages she's still talking about her kids.

During the dance Rhaenyra was a bad ruler, but is caused by the same usurpation cause by misogyny

Oh and stop using people of colour as a way to prove that team black is bad cause we know you really don't care about us.

#asoif/got #house of the dragon #baela targaryen #otto hightower #alicent hightower #rhaena targaryen #lucerys velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #rhaenys velaryon

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furiosophie · 3 years

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@andthepeople said smart din with glasses and an old man sweater and my brain immediately barfed up a whole AU where Din is the countries leading expert on cults who always brings his kid to class, and Luke has just found out that apparently he has magical powers and also his dead (?) father used to be part of this ancient group called 'Jedi' so naturally, in an attempt to find out what the fuck is going on, he goes and sneaks into one of Din’s lectures - only problem is that a) the stuff Din teaches about the Jedi is all wrong and not at all what uncle Ben taught Luke and b) Luke is 110% sure that, even though Din doesn’t seem to believe in the force at all, the kid he has strapped to his chest is in fact just as force sensitive as Luke

part of the dinluke professor au - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Fic

Din reference from this absolutely legendary picture.

#dinluke #also Grogu might or might not be an actual alien? like look how big his eyes are??#Luke: uhm your kid is kinda green #Din: ... so?#also obviously din is in a cult himself he is just entirely oblivious to it #I imagine their interaction as follows:#luke tries to convince din the jedi are real #din argues against it based on his research #grogu lets an entire desk float in front of dins face #both din and luke stare for a second #then din shrugs like anyways ... the argument I was trying to make is that the existence of a magical force field is implausible at best #and luke debates yeeting him out of the window #that's all #just a lot of chaos energy #I feel like this could be an r/relationship post #How do I (M26) tell the rly hot professor (M30??) who doesn't believe in magic that his son has the same magical powers I do?#anyways #I wanted to practice lighting so now Din kinda looks like he's straight outta the X-Files my bad #star wars #the mandalorian #dinluke professor au #soph arts

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 3 years

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An Unforgettable Halloween | Luke Patterson

Requested by anon: hiiiii! can i do a jatp luke x reader imagine where it’s halloween and reader runs into Luke and they spend the whole day making Luke forget he’s dead? thanks! <3 love your writing by the way

A/N: Thank you for this request, anon! I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you like it!! Idk why I always need to have the reader and Luke/Charlie singing together, but here ya go anyway. The song used is Favorite Place by All Time Low. :)

Pairing: Luke x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 4,447

Halloween. It’s never been my favorite holiday. My poor, feeble heart can’t handle all the scares and creepy stuff. And besides, it’s over commercialized, in my opinion. Capitalism just needed another reason to exploit a holiday. My best friend, Ava, tells me I hate the holiday because it reminds me of two years ago when a Halloween party traumatized me for the rest of my life. “Just because Brent made that day terrible, doesn’t mean the day will forever be terrible, Y/N,” she’d always say. Though that might be true, I still like to believe that’s not the only reason why I hate the holiday. “Just come with me to the party tonight, and you’ll see it’s not as bad as you think it is!” We’re on FaceTime while I’m doing homework and she’s trying to figure out what to wear to the annual Halloween party at Charlotte the popular girl’s house. Another reason to hate the holiday. Charlotte Parks is the typical popular girl trope in this story. Pretty, popular with the guys, a cheerleader. The cliché. “I don’t think I’m gonna do that, Av,” I say whilst tucking my pencil behind my ear and staring down the phone in front of me, balancing against my backpack on the end of my bed. “You know Charlotte and I don’t mix well together.” That’s true. Charlotte has always despised me, God knows why. For some reason unknown to me, she always has to find a way to ruin my life. “Her house is so big, you won’t even see her!” Ava reasons from her walk-in closet before walking back onto the screen, another dress in her hand. This one is a black bodycon number with a white collar at the top and fringes at the sleeves. “How about this one?” “That’s very Wednesday Adams!” I exclaim with a wide smile on my face, to which I receive a very impressed nod from my best friend. “You know Bobbi’s coming tonight, Av. Can’t cancel on her!” Roberta’s my cousin of 13, and she’s one of my best friends, no matter how lame that sounds. We’ve always been pretty good pals, since we’re the only girls in the family. We kind of had to stick together against the testosterone of our other cousins. She’s not actually coming tonight, but I needed a good excuse to get out of this party. “Take her with you!” she yells both excited and kind of desperate at the same time. “Ooh! How about I wear my pleather pants with, like, a black body and cat ears?!” She disappears into the wardrobe again. “She’s 13, Av! I’m not going to take her to a high school party!” I yell back whilst shaking my head in disappointment. “Wear whatever you want, Ava. I’m sure you’ll look amazing.” She appears into the picture again, her pleather pants halfway her butt and her bra on show. “Hey, is that my bra?!” I recognize that black lace with the gold detailing down the bust anywhere and I’ve lost that bra three weeks ago. “What? No! This is mine!” she says, but I can tell she’s lying. “You are unbelievable, Av!” I shake my head, grinning at my best friend. “I’m gonna have to go though. Send me a snap of your outfit once you’ve chosen!” She nods her head in response, walking up closer to her phone, which she had balanced somewhere on her drawers. “I really can’t convince you to come?” Her expression has suddenly turned serious. She really is bummed I don’t want to come out, but I don’t care. I can’t care. This is for my own good. At least then, I don’t have to see Charlotte. Or Brent. “I’m really sorry, Ava.... Maybe next year, yeah?” She sighs mournfully before nodding her head. “Have fun, okay? And be careful!” A smile appears on her face again. “I will, babes. Have fun with Bobbi!” She offers me a wave, which I return before yelling ‘bye’ and pressing the red button on my phone screen. Lying to my best friend is not my favorite thing to do, but she wouldn’t shut up when she found out what I’m actually gonna be doing. With a sharp exhale, I crawl off my bed and head downstairs where my parents are getting ready for their little get-together with their friends. Dad’s dressed in a pin-stripe suit, a fake mustache stuck on his upper lip and his hair gelled back tightly whilst mom’s wearing a black dress with a deeply cut V-neck and a large slit down the side. Gomez and Morticia Addams. Very spooky. “Don’t you two look dashing,” I compliment, watching them from the middle of the stairs, sitting down. Mom shoots me a kind smile as she fixes her slick hair. “What are you gonna do tonight, sweetie?” Dad asks, tightening his tie. “Probably gonna go get some food and watch some movies,” I shrug, placing my head in my hand, my elbow resting on my knee. “You know, the use.” Dad exhales sharply, smiling sympathetically. “Don’t give me that look, dad.” “I’m sorry, sweets. But I just wish you would act like a seventeen-year-old instead of an eighty year old.” I scoff at his statement. We had this discussion last year too. Both of them know what happened and why it’s so hard for me to enjoy this day. But they still give me shit for it. “I’m gonna have plenty of fun by myself. Even more so than if I did go to the stupid party,” I reason with him. He raises his hands in defeat before turning to his wife. “Just make sure the kids get their candies, yeah?” mom says instead, climbing a couple of stairs to press a kiss to my head. “I love you,” she whispers and heads down again. “Love you too. Have fun, guys.” Dad comes up to kiss me too before heading to the door with mom. With his hand on the doorknob, he looks back at me. “You know we only want you to be happy, right?” he says. I nod my head, offering him a smile. “I love you, sweets.” He walks out and shuts the door behind him, leaving me alone in the empty house. I sigh deeply before heading down and grabbing my Vans. Once they’re on my feet, I grab my wallet and exit the house. The cool October air hits my sweater-clad arms, sending a chill down my spine. As my feet tread down the pavement, my mind wanders to this day two years ago. Around this time, everything seemed normal. I was happy and excited to get to the Charlotte Parks Halloween extravaganza with my boyfriend Brent. We’d picked out a great couples’ costume. He was a wolf, and I was dressed as Red Riding Hood. I’d even taken the liberty to go all out with makeup and put a slash near my eye as though I’d been attacked by the wolf. Ava was a fan of that costume, more than Brent was. But when we neared the end of the night, everything crumbled down into shreds of sadness and anger. The residue of that anger wells up again until it’s knocked out of me when I bump into someone, making me stumble backwards. I would’ve fallen on my ass if it wasn’t for the hands capturing my arms to keep me from doing so. “I am so sorry, I--” I stop in my tracks as I look up into the gorgeous green eyes that belong to the attractive brunette that saved me from landing on the cold pavement. “A-are you okay?” he asks, letting go of me. “I--wait…” He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “You can see me? And you can touch me?” That’s the weirdest question I’d ever gotten. My eyebrows knit together now too, trying to figure out what’s happening and why this boy is so confused about our entire interaction. “Uhm, yeah? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with people?” “No. I mean -- yeah, but I’m not a person, technically,” he replies in a mumble. He cautiously looks up at me again. “I’m a ghost, actually.” I let the words sizzle through my brain until it decides to send me into a fit of laughter. “Right, yeah, it’s Halloween. Ghosts. I get it. Good one,” I say between laughs, patting the boy’s shoulder, which only sends him to more confusion. To be fair, he doesn’t feel like a normal person. His arms don’t feel like they’re made of flesh and blood, but rather something light and airy. He gapes at me with this inquisitive look on his face, which calms down the laughter abruptly. “You’re not really a ghost, are you?” I ask, just to be certain. “I am, actually…” he mutters and jams his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. “Me and my bandmates died in 1995 and this girl, Julie, brought us back as ghosts… She’s the only one who could see us… Until now,” he looks up at me with hope and confusion written all over his face. “But she can’t touch us… Are you sure you’re not dead either?” I snort at his last question. “Kinda wish I was today,” I blurt out. My eyes widen after the words left my mouth. “That sounds way too dark…” I chuckle, and the boy does too, but I think it’s more out of awkwardness than finding it funny. “Are you okay?” he asks. At first, I think about answering it superficially, but there’s this look on his face that makes me want to spill all the beans. He, too, seems lonely and distraught on this Halloween night. “I’m not actually,” I glance down at my feet, finding his feet are clad in the same shoes. I then let my eyes glide from his shoes all the way up to his face. He’s urging me to continue by tilting his head a little, shooting me a questioning glance. “Halloween isn’t my favorite holiday…” I clarify. The boy nods his head understandingly. “That explains the lack of costume,” he says, which makes me glance down at my doodled-on mom jeans and oversized sweater before chuckling. “You don’t do the dressing up either? Or is that not something ghosts do?” I query, pointing at his ensemble. He’s wearing black jeans with a shirt and long-lined jean jacket. “I mean, it’s not like anyone would see,” he jokingly says, which lets a giggle escape from my mouth. His smile widens upon hearing this ridiculous sound coming from me. “Where were you going so determinedly before I smashed into you?” he asks after a few beats of silence. “Oh, I was getting some food from the place on the end of our street. They got pretty decent sushi, and since I’m home alone tonight, I thought, why the heck not treat myself, right?” I curse at myself for sharing this much with a complete stranger, who is a ghost, nonetheless, but the chuckle that reaches my ears comforts me a little. “No parties to go to? Back in my day, Halloween parties were always the best.” I feel the smile on my face fade away at the reminder of the Halloween party I’m not attending tonight. “Yeah, no… I haven’t gone to any Halloween party in two years… Like I said, Halloween isn’t my favorite holiday.” He offers me a sympathetic smile. A silence then falls over us as we stand in the middle of the street, looking at each other, debating what to say. “So… I’m gonna go and get my sushi. Uhm… Sorry for bumping into you,” I apologize and lift a foot to start walking away, but his voice stops me. “Would you mind if I tagged along?” he asks, which renders me surprised. “I don’t eat, so you don’t have to buy me sushi, but I think I could use some company tonight… If you don’t mind, of course.” His eyes are filled with hope, and some sort of desire to hang out with someone other than those bandmates he was talking about. “Uhm, no… Yeah, sure. You can tag along. It might be a nice change from that lonely Halloween I always have,” I chuckle, and he does too. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” I say as he turns and falls into step with me. “Luke,” he introduces himself with a smile. “Why don’t you go to Halloween parties, Y/N?” I inhale sharply at this question. I was hoping he wouldn’t ask too much about it. But I guess I can never get out of that question anymore. Halloween is a big holiday around here. “Two years ago, I went to one with my boyfriend. It’s the party where I found out he was cheating on me with the one girl who always had it out for me.” It rolls off my lips with ease. Normally, I’d choke or start bawling my eyes out. But Luke’s aura is so calming and reassuring that I can’t help but feel okay telling the story. “I haven’t been able to go back since, much to my best friend’s dismay.” I roll my eyes amusedly thinking about Ava and her desperate attempts to get me to go each year. “That sucks, I’m sorry,” he says as we enter the sushi place. “You better grab your phone now if you wanna talk to me. People tend to give weird looks at people talking to themselves.” I get my phone from my back pocket and pretend to dial a number before pressing it to my ear, glancing up at Luke with a smile on my face. “Hey, how you doing?” I say into the phone, which makes Luke giggle. “Just know that your ex-boyfriend’s stupid for ever cheating on you,” he tells me before looking down at his feet. “I would never wanna hurt someone as pretty as you.” I can feel a blush creeping its way onto my cheeks, but decide to conceal it by jokingly saying, “Aw, you think I’m pretty.” He rolls his eyes, an amused smile on his face. “Next!” the guy from the sushi place yells. “Oh, hold on,” I say into my phone before placing it on the counter and facing the employer. “Uhm, the Halloween surprise box, please,” I order politely. The man nods curtly before getting into action. I grab my phone again and press it to my ear to continue talking to Luke while we make our way to a couple of chairs and tables set up for waiting customers. I let my eyes wander around the room. It’s decorated to the max with spiders in spiderwebs, pumpkins, skeletons, ghosts,... The lot. Then, my eyes fall onto Luke. He’s glancing around the place, letting his eyes wander until they find their way back to me. A shimmer appears in them when he finds me already looking at him. “So, you said you were in a band?” I ask, pretending to talk to the person on the other side of the line. “Oh, yeah! Me and three of my best friends were in this band called Sunset Curve. Three of us died on the night we were supposed to play the Orpheum,” he explains, and my eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets upon hearing the name of the venue. “The Orpheum?! You’re kidding, right?” He shakes his head, smirking. “You would’ve been legends.” The words come out in a whisper, hoping it wouldn’t upset him too much. “Yea, we would’ve been,” he sighs, then suddenly perks up again like an excited puppy, “But the girl I told you about, Julie? She can make us visible whenever we play with her! We’re now a band with her called Julie and The Phantoms!” I giggle at his endearing enthusiasm. “We would’ve had a gig at this really cool party in the Bel Air, but Julie got sick and had to cancel.” My eyes widen upon the words ‘party’ and ‘Bel Air’. Charlotte Parks lives in Bel Air. “That would be the party I’m not going to tonight,” I tell him, chuckling. “So, we would’ve met tonight either way.” He adds with a cheeky smile, “Some would say it’s fate.” I shake my head at him, but can’t help the smile on my face either. I want to add something to debunk his theory, but my name is called out by the sushi guy. I get up and take the box of sushi from him, shooting him a quick thank you before leaving the joint with Luke in tow. “Where do you wanna go?” he asks, bouncing up and down. “Oh, I was planning on watching some movies at home, but if you have a better idea to spend tonight? Anything is better than going to that Halloween party.” He purses his lips in ponder, his eyes darting up to the night sky. “Ooh! There’s this park I like to hang out at sometimes?” I raise my eyebrows at his suggestion, popping a piece of sushi in my mouth. I’m way too hungry to wait until we sit down to eat. “You haunt children’s playgrounds?” I ask after having swallowed the seafood. His eyebrows knit together at this as he narrows his eyes at me. “I don’t haunt children’s playgrounds. I hang out at them,” he corrects me. “You’re a ghost, sweetie. That’s haunting.” “It’s not!” he shouts. “It is so!” I laugh loudly, throwing my head back. “You’re lucky the kids are all trick or treating tonight, so we can go there. Might be a little more secluded for me to talk freely to you without worrying people will think I’m crazy.” He nods his head agreeingly. Once at the park, we take a seat in the grass. I have my legs crossed whilst Luke’s are spread out, his hands supporting the rest of his body behind him. “So, what do you do in life, Y/N? You know, besides avoiding parties,” he asks with a little smile plastered on his face. I look at him for a moment, chewing my sushi. This gives me the time to really look at him. He has really great bone structure. Sharp jawline, chiseled cheekbones, fine nose, deep-set, dreamy eyes. “Eating sushi,” I reply jokingly after I’d swallowed the piece of deliciousness. Luke lets out a laugh too. “I’m still in school, so I’m spending most of my time studying. And I like to think I’m a pretty decent writer.” He stares at me, giving me his undivided attention with the cutest smile plastered on his face. “What do you write?” he asks curiously as I pop another sushi in my mouth. I lift my hand to my mouth, and reply, “Poems,” before continuing to chew quickly. “Kinda like songs, then?” I shrug my shoulders. “They could be, but I don’t play any instrument, so I haven’t tried,” I reply and place the half-eaten box of sushi to the side, pulling my legs up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. “Do you write your own music?” He nods his head. “I wrote most of the songs in our band and now, I write with Julie for the new band,” he answers. As I’m thinking how much I’d like to hear him and his band play, he cuts those thoughts in two by asking, “Can I see your work?” I open my mouth, then close it. Then open again. I must look like a goldfish breathing. “I’ve never really shown anyone my work…” I trail off, debating whether or not I should show him. “Besides, my notebook is at home.” Luke suddenly gets up from the grass and reaches out his hand for me to take. I hesitate. Am I really going to take a complete stranger, a ghost, to my house to show my poetry, only to find out he hates it because it’s nothing like his songwriting? The answer is yes. I place my hand in his and let him pull me to my feet. Without letting go of my hand, he grabs the box of sushi and then guides me out of the park and lets me lead us towards my house. “Wait here,” I tell him as we’re in the foyer. He simply jams his hands into his pockets and nods his head curtly. I run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and then go to grab my notebook from my room, quickly storming back downstairs where Luke’s still waiting. I make my way to the living room and sit down on the couch. The boy cautiously trails behind me, and only comes to sit down after I pat the spot beside me. “It’s not that great, but… You know, it’s fun to do and a great outlet for anything I may be feeling.” I hand him the notebook and let him flip through all the pages. He stops on a few, reading it a little more thoroughly. It’s building some suspense in me. What if he doesn’t even like them? What if he, a songwriter, hates them? “Ah! This one!” he exclaims, and suddenly, with a whoosh, there’s an acoustic guitar on his lap. “One of the perks of being a musician spirit,” he tells me with a grin before strumming the instrument a little. He abruptly stops, looks at the page in my notebook again, and then softly tickles the strings. A beautiful melody pours out of the instrument before his melodic voice joins in too with the words I wrote. “I saw your face in the fire again I touched the flames and burned down everything I hear the sirens west of 8th now” He looks at me with a questioning glance as if asking for encouragement of some sorts. I offer him a smile, unsure of anything else I could be doing right now. His voice has rendered me silent. I think I could listen to him sing for hours. “Wonder if you're hearin' them too And I know you don't belong Know you don't belong to anyone” He focuses on the instrument again, making sure he’s still playing the right chords. “No you can't be tamed love Maybe I was wrong Maybe I was wrong for this But you feel like the perfect escape now Just like the sun on my face” His voice grows a little stronger, almost sounding raspier and more like a growl as he looks up again. I always thought it’d be cliché to melt when an attractive boy sings to me, but it’s actually happening to me right now. “So can we close the space between us now It's the distance we don't need Yeah, you're everything I love about The things I hate in me So come on, come on, come over now and Fix me with your grace 'Cause I'm not too far and you're my favorite place” “You sing this last part,” he tells me, pushing the notebook towards me before going back to playing his guitar. “I can’t sing, Luke,” I tell him, slightly panicking. “Sure you can. I’ll sing along, don’t worry,” he offers me a reassuring smile before putting more power behind his strumming while also leaning closer toward me to read the words. “So come on, come on, come over now and Fix me with your grace 'Cause I'm not too far and you're my favorite place” He now quits playing, placing his hands flat on the strings, and for a while we just stare at each other in disbelief. Disbelief about the song we just made together. Disbelief about how beautiful a voice he has. Disbelief about how attractive he is. I cough, breaking the eye contact, “That’s a great song, Luke… You can have it if you want,” I offer with a smile to try and hide the blush from heating up my cheeks. “No, Y/N, I couldn’t. That’s yours. Those are your words. Your words made this a great song.” “They’re just words without a melody,” I mutter, folding the edges of the paper nervously. “A song is quite boring without words though, isn’t it?” For some reason, I’m starting to think all of this could be a metaphor for us. Him being the melody and me being the words. I would be a plain and simple poem without him, and his life -- though I doubt it -- would be boring without me. “It would still be a song though,” I add, looking up at him again. One corner of his mouth curls up into a smirk, which makes me think he caught onto that metaphor I was thinking about. He suddenly grabs my hand and laces our fingers together. Before I can even register what’s happening, the front door suddenly opens, revealing a distraught-looking Ava. I let go of Luke’s hand and get up to help my best friend. “What’s wrong?” I ask her as she stumbles inside. I grab her just in time before she can hurt herself. She looks up at me, her makeup run out all the way to her chin and blood trickling down her nose, though I’m not sure if it’s real blood or part of her cat costume. “I punched Brent in the face and Charlotte punched me back,” she get out through sobs and hiccups. My eyes dart over to Luke, who’s watching this from the sofa. I almost forgot she can’t even see him. He offers me a small smile. “Why?” I ask and guide her to the couch. She nearly sits down on top of Luke, but I’m quick enough to guide her next to him while he vanishes. He pops back behind the couch, looking down at the drunk girl lying down on the sofa. “Because he was boasting about how he even managed to wrap the prude around his finger two years ago and got her to anything he wanted,” I swallow, remember those times people called me a prude because I covered up unlike girls like Charlotte who wore short skirts and plunging necklines. “I really don’t get what you saw in him, Y/N,” she mumbles while cuddling up to the pillow and letting her eyes flutter shut. “I hope you find someone that looks at you like I look at pizza.” I giggle at her drunken words before looking up at Luke to find him already looking at me. Kind of the same way Ava looks at pizza. A smile then finds its way to my face. Maybe Halloween isn’t as bad as I always thought it was.

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s-jatpfic · 3 years

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I need to hear that out of your mouth

summery: bobbys perspective on 'worse'/bobby figuring out how to help reggie (i guess, not actually tho. honestly i have no clue what i wrote)

ohh also, bobby uses they/them pronouns

words: 1150

warning: mention of abusive parents, visible signs of violence, swear words (message me if you think i should add something else)

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They knew they shouldn’t have left.

For gods sake they knew.

But despite Reggies attempt to never let anyone see, Bobby also knew Reggies secret.

How could they have missed that.

Maybe he was good enough to hide it from self-centered Luke or from "everyone has anxious ticks" Alex, but he definitely couldn’t hide it from Bobby not before and certainly not since Bobby is in love with him.

The way Reggie anxiously grabs the sleeves of his flannel as if his life would depend on it, bare what would happen if they would just slightly slip up his wrist.

Or layering long sleeves and pants even in summer and even if they go to the beach. Bobby can’t even remember the last time they‘d seen Reggie actually swimming in the ocean instead of coming up with excuses about guarding their towels and soda or that he’d just ate one of the pre-packed sandwiches Bobbys mom made for the band and can’t go into the water just yet, as if he suddenly started to care about such things.

However the main indicator of Bobbys observance was the way Reggies nose scrunches up and his tongue plays with his teeth as if he’s back in middle school and just got his braces for the first time whenever he is lying.

Yes, Reggie is a good liar, good enough to convince Luke and Alex and his teachers, even himself, but Bobby is greater at detecting Reggies lies than he will ever know.

Ever since Bobby put the pieces together they‘d been waiting for Reggie to finally say that out loud so they can properly help him and not just plan movie nights or road trips to get Reggie out of his house, but Bobby didn’t want to push Reggie. Reggie has to say that because he wants to and not because Bobby resists on.

But now that Reggie finally has the courage to say those stupid fucking words, as Bobby called it in their mind ever since they discovered Reggies confidential information, now that he finally talks about it Bobby is the first one to run away, registering the low "they hurt me" only through the echo of the garage door yet this mumbled sentence was probably the most clean-cut words Bobby ever caught up and everything needed for them to fully break into anger.

Maybe they weren’t ready for Reggie to talk about it. Maybe they didn’t got to prepare themselves properly. But what should they do, everything Bobby can do in this situation is calming down and being there for Reggie and thats the one thing Bobby isn’t doing.

So they gotta change that. Hopefully Reggie is still in the garage.

As Bobby enters their studio, the three other sunset curve members are yet paddlet up on the couch, impossible for Bobby to tell which body part belongs to which boy.

Only their soft breathing is stopping the room usually filled with obnoxiously loud noises, music blasting on full volume or chattering about nonsense, from being silent.

Maybe Bobby isnt ready for this yet, however, they have to be ready. This is not their fight, this is all about Reggie, all about the boy they are eying up a little bit too intense, rose-colored glasses refining their view.

Clearing their voice to get at least one of their friends attention, Bobby is still standing awkwardly uncomfortable in the middle of the room not really knowing what to do, what to say or how to act.

It‘s Alex being the first one to break the hug and facing Bobby, though, as soon as Reggie registers the sound, all his attention is on the suspenders-wearing lad.

Nothing but a low undefinable noise was leaving Bobbys throat as they opened their mouth.

Though their mind was filled with millions of things to say, they weren’t physically able to, something stopping them from moving.

As Alex caught up on the situation, he pulled Luke aside leaving their two oblivious friends alone.

Yeah, maybe Bobby isn’t the only one being in love with their best friend but maybe (or most definitely) is this not the right time to address that.

"I assume you already knew?"

Reggie hated how weak his voice sounds, but honestly there wasn’t a lot of explaining needed to understand why.

"Yeah I- ehm, I figured. Was easy to catch up on once I got behind all of your habits"

Bobby still hasn’t moved, unsure if they should go up to Reggie or if physical touch is too much to handle at the moment.

"Thanks for never mentioning it. Kinda hoping we all can just forget about it, pretending today never happened, you know?"

The bruises on Reggies still uncovered skin are the most captivating, hypnotizing thing Bobby ever experienced.

Green and purple shadows dancing their way from Reggies wrists up to the straps of his Tank Top, telling their very own story about two people who should have never gotten any kids.

"Can you- uhm? Please-"

It is as if Bobby lost all their knowledge about being a functional human being, their voice an octave below average.

Shaking of and breathing out, they finally get their shit together, finally sitting next to Reggie on the couch, finally able to form coherent sentences, finally able to think.

This is about Reggie. This is about helping the boy they like, their best friend, the one who’s always there if they need him. Now it’s time to pay their bill back.

"I know this is probably hard for you, and I can promise not to ever talk about this ever again if you wish, still I need you to know that I’m always gonna help you, protect you, give you custody or just distract and cuddle you whenever you’d like. You’re not going down by yourself, you’re having me and the boys and we act the way you want us to. But can you please, one last time, can you please say those stupid fucking words out loud for me? I need to hear that out of your mouth. Please?"

Bobby was practically bagging but for some reason this is very important for them, maybe because they need it smashed right into their brain to actually realize the gravity of the situation.

Reggie is just leaning into Bobby’s arms. Being hold by them, makes everything seem less big of an issue, being hold by them makes the world seem to disappear.

He can do this. It’s just saying it once. It’s just betraying them once. And it’s not as if Bobby wouldn’t know already. Saying it out loud, admit the issue is hard, is complicated, but being hold by Bobby, it’s not impossible.

"My parents abuse me"

~franky

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turntechgodheadttgh-blog · 5 years

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PART 2 MY KIDDDIIIIES

Moon Shy-Smartass, is actually really sweet and caring but mostly doesn’t show that side of her because she hates to be judged for who she really is, a shortie (me),she has really long hair, one red and than one dark blue eye but she covers the red one with an eye patch like from in tokyo ghoul BC WHY THE HELL NOT MY MAN, dresses in dark clothes all the time which she does get judged from but it doesn’t bother her that much.she is human but anyone could transform her.Her relationship status,well she does have a “boyfriend” but he treats her horribly hense the band-aids and she can’t leave him because of her “family”aka just her and her dad are in debt and since her boyfriend’s family is rich it’s just for the best.oh and she has band-aids all over her.

Nathaniel Stone- Nathan is shy, often seen as a switch. Mostly dominant, he is an emo boi. He is often seen smoking or skipping school. He’s tall and rather skinny. Two bright green eyes and shoulder length black hair. Wears a black hoodie that says HUG ME. Happens to be very emotional. Has pure white wings and a black devil tail that fades into white. Same with his horns. Has a smol black and white kitten named Oreo but is abused by his mother daily.

DoNe

Moon:*walks the the crowded halls*

Nathan:*sits under a tree by the front of the school, ready to smoke.*

Moon:*texts nathan to see how’s he doin’*Text:”hey Nathan how are you? I swear if you are smoking Imma lightly tap yo head try me son”

Nathan:*reads text* Text:”Ahaha...What if I’m abouta light one?”

Moon:*stares at her phone*Ugh Imma ugh this kid-Text:”Than Imma find you”*starts to look around for him*Text-”Damn it I can’t move, this jackass is blocking me” *kicks the guy in the shin and jumps over him, then running outside catching her breathe*I...HAVE...NEVER…..RAN…. =THIS MUCH…..IN MEH LIFE *stands up straight and checks her phone and decides that she’s going to skip today to avoid her “bf”*

Nathan: Text:”Good luck with that shortie.” He joked with her, climbing the tree so he was hidden by the leaves of it. He then continued smoking.

Moon:*she giggles and basically nobody ever hears her laugh but she text back*”I HAVE FAITH SON!!!!! XD”

Nathan:*Text:”I don’t..” He chuckled a little. He was way taller than her and a year older but it was fun to mess around with the girl. His tail flicked, Similar to a cat’s tail, but he didn’t realize at the moment, his wings and tail may give him away.

Moon:*doesn’t seem to notice because when she text him she actually pays attention to the app*Text-”weelllll I could be your faith 😆 BOOM PROBLEMO SOLVED!!”*her smile disappears as she sees her bf text her and it’s like her heart stops*Text-”ugh the warden text…..God ” *says out loud but to herself* ”I wish sometimes that I wouldn’t be here if I just..” *holds up her hand to look at it*”...disappear,I mean hey nobody would care I’m just the asshole that nobody

likes or cares for” *she lowers her hand and it forms into a fist then she walks behind the tree that Nathan is by sinks to her knees*

Nathan heard her and flicked her in the head with his tail. He then dropped down beside her, putting out his cigarette. Nathan’s family was pretty rich and he always reminded her that, but instead decided that she needed a hug and hugged her tightly.

Moon:*has a face full of tears but still allows him to hug her and which she basically never shows her emotions*thanks…. *sniff*

Nathan shushed her and gently played with her hair to calm her. His wings were wrapped around them as a form of protection as his tail flicked. He was often bullied, especially by Moon’s ‘Boyfriend’.

Moon:”Why does life have to be such a living hell..?”

“No idea dear. You know if we got together my parents would be more than happy to help you guys out..” Nathan reminded as he usually did.

Moon:I wish I could but…… *she puts her hand on her neck where there's a handprint from her boyfriend* I can’t.. Man I could go for a smoothy or somethin’”*she hides the fact she likes him pretty well mostly because if she showed that she did than that would mean he’d most likely get hurt *

Nathan sighed. “I’ll give you money to get some food, A’ight? Cause if anyone sees us together in public that shit would be reported faster than you could snap.”

Moon:heh yeah…*she seems alittle sad*ya know what I’m not that hungry..

“You can get your smoothy if you want. Besides, i gotta deal with the bullies sooner or later hon.” He yawned a little, stretching his wings.

Moon:ok but..promise you won’t cause trouble okay?

Nathan chuckled and pulled out his wallet. “Me? Cause trouble? Are you sure?” He grinned handing her the money as he stood up.

Moon:oh don’t play dumb MISTAH *she takes the wallet and hold onto the tree for support because she had a really bad ache in her stomach from not eating and she pulled herself up* just promise you won’t get hurt?

“I’ll try. Get whatever you want a’ight?” He smiled and walked away, behind the school, meeting with the bullies.

Moon:*she watched as he walked away and she went to get a smoothy and nothing else*

Luke:*smirks*well well well he showed..

Nathan growled a bit, his tail flicking viciously. He hated Luke with a passion and could easily beat him the fuck up, but didn’t for Moon. “Why wouldn’t I asshole? I don’t exactly like pain and shit so I’d like to get this over with..Bitch-boys..” He muttered

*Since I’m lazy they CLEARLY beat him*

Nathan coughed up some blood and weakly got up. He growled and threw a punch at Luke, his green eyes practically glowing.

Luke:*he dodged the hit and they walked away laughing*

Moon:*she walked back and she had a sick feeling so she decided to see if he was still there and when she saw him in this state she had a flashback of her father in that state and she ran over to him*N-nathan?! I swear..*a tear manages to make its way down from her eye patch*

Nathan looked at her, holding his arm. “Moon..I’m sorry..You weren’t supposed to see me in this state..”

Moon:I’m glad I did *she quickly wipes her tears and pulls out her first aid*let me see it… *she holds out her hand*

Nathan shook his head no. Even one of his wings was injured.

Moon:Nathan now*she said it in a stern voice* It’s just going to get worse if you don't let me help

“It’ll heal by itself. I’m demonic remember?”

Moon:could I at least see it? Please? Demonic or not, I still want to make sure your okay because,...ya know I kinda wanna keep you * she forms a reassuring smile*

“Hnnnn...You can look at the wing..” Nathan replied with a groan. He hated when she did this but didn’t blame her.

Moon:*she gently examines his wing which sends shivers down his spine she than checked the other one and she took out a napkin to wipe the blood*Better? Oh! *she stood on her tippy toes and wiped the blood from his lips and chin ever so gently* there..all Clean I think and hope..And why you gotta be so tall and stubborn *she puts her hands on her hips*And plus are you ok because your cheeks are red…?

Nathan looked at her, flapping his wings shut. “Never..Ever..EVER touch my wings again please.” He gulped, Looking away for a moment.

Is it because I touched you wings?oh it -ohhhh sorry… heh my bad I gguessss..? *she closes her eye that is under her eye patch and lifts her eyepatch and rubs that eye and she makes sure the eyepatch is secure on her eye*um question…...urhhhh so my dad is outta town and since luke is in school and he doesn’t know where i live do you wanna well come over? And watch some tv? And I wanna make sure your healing.. *in head:Why is it so hard to talk to him in person -___-, like I’ve never been this way to anyone AGGGGGHHHHH FREAKING UGHHHHHHHHH WHHYYYYYYY NANIII!!!* …*waits a couple minutes and he didn’t answer so she put her earbuds in her ear and she went to go walk away*

Nathan tensed up badly. He not only blushed but froze for a moment. He had stayed silent but, before she walked away he grabbed her arm. “I’ll gladly come..just..No more touching my wings..” He said whiney because he was flustered as all hell.

Moon:*takes out an earbud* Okay but no more hurting yourself okay dorkus?*she ruffles his hair* Plus you never said I couldn’t touch your head *she smiles,she liked messing with him especially when he blushed because she took humor into it although she could erase the feeling of his wings...how soft and..silky it was*now come on or are you going to just stand here and hold my arm or what? *she looks from her arm to him and suddenly locks eyes with him and somehow she could see him through her eyepatch*..?... *curiosity fills her head* *she then started to walk away putting back in her earbud and changing the song to “This is home by cavetown” then putting her phone into her front pocket, and she couldn’t shake the image of his eyes out of her head...nor how his wings felt…..then her cheeks turned a pastel pink shade*say quietly to where he can’t hear:why can’t I just tell you…?*she takes a deep breath and continued walking*Well?Hurry up!butthead gord..

-SO TIME SKKIPPPPP so they eventually got it to her house and after she changed she wore a sleeveless hoodie and a pair of worn out sweatpants, nathan noticed what looks like new cuts but NOW their watching tv in her room-

Moon:*paying attention to the movie but she is in some pain but she's trying to hide it but not that well**she lightly and slightly groans to herself in pain but it’s really nothing she isn’t use to*

Nathan sighed, stretching his wings outs. They stung. He was in a tank top and some sweatpants,

Moon:*she really wanted to pet his wings but she stopped herself because she didn’t want to make him mad so decided to change the subject*Soooooo~ What do you wanna do oh and please don’t freak out btww...*she goes over to her vanity and takes off her eyepatch and blinks a couple times to get used to the lighting*ANYWAY-*nathan just starts to stare at her dreamily*UHM I should put this back on-*she goes to grab her eye patch but he stops her*

Nathan stopped her, Turning her around. He has caught all her glances or stares at him. Smiling sweetly at her he finally spoke. “Can you leave it off? Your eyes are really pretty unlike mine..”

Moon:NOW stop and uhm okay *her face turns cherry red* plus your eyes are my favorite color..I mean uh SHUT UP *she slightly gets embarrassed*

Nathan laughed softly letting go of her. He smiled and sat back down. “I don’t understand why most other demons and mortals like my eyes..They are demonic and soul less..” He said softly

Moon:*she walks by him and sits down really close to him to face him, and she gently brushed over his hair to see his eyes*hmm Not soul less to me….nor demonic just adorable *she doesn’t realize she said that outloud*

Nathan’s eyes widened and his cheeks brightened up, his heartbeat quickening a little. His wings and tail stopped and he placed a hand on her cheek. “Is that how you feel..?”

Moon:*realized she said that outloud and starts to stutter*..w….w..wel..l y..yea..h *her face got redder and her red eye had a sparkle in it*

Nathan smiled and ruffled her hair. “I’m..Glad honestly..and shocked..” His eyes were glowing a little

Moon:Well you shouldn’t be shocked..I mean they are really adorable especially when they glow *she for some reason felt a little nervous* and then mine are just D I S G U S T I N G that's why I have to hide my red eye plus who am I kidding nobody likes me nor even cares if I disappear… not even my own father plus he even agrees that IM DISGUSTTTTTIINNNGGGGLY ugly but whateverrrrrr *she stretches and gets up to make some ramen and almost burning herself because she hand her hand on the oven top but she just continues to make the ramen**she starts to faintly hum while she is making it *

Nathan came in and decided to fluff her hair and play with it gently.

Moon:*Her face starts to heat up but she kind of enjoyed him laying with her hair so she didn’t bother to comment on it, she enjoyed the warmth of his hands gently playing with her hair*Nathan? W-W-Whatcha’ doing?

“Just playing with your hair hon. Want me to stop..?” He asked calmly and hesitantly, Worried she would be upset about it.

Moon:n-n-no don’t.. I was just thinking about..nothing nvm…

Nathan slowly pulled his hand back, sighing softly. “I’ll stop..” He mumbled. He knew he couldn’t be doing that.

Moon:Why so hesitant? *she turns around to face him then she realizes why and she turned back around and she starts to mutter sadly to herself as she mixed the noodles in the pot*

He sighed and sat down in the living room, playing on his phone

Moon:She pulls out her phone and texted luke that there over and that she can’t stand the abuse anymore and she didn’t care about the money then she posted the screenshot on tumblr because WHY NOT and she knew that EVERYONE would see it than she poured the noodles into the bowl and set it on the table then walking into her bathroom to splash water on her face to calm herself down*

Nathan was all SAD and LONELY and kinda wanted to leave. He had no idea until he was looking through tumblr and quickly went to her. “Are you okay? I just went on tumblr..”

Moon:*doesn’t say a word for a while* and comes out of the bathroom with her face all red*I’m fine….

“Lies!” He hugged her tightly, playing with her hair

Moon:I said I’m fine nathan…*she can’t help but let a few tears escape her eyes*

Nathan grumbled a little, a noise a demon would make when someone lied as his eyes glowed, his tail flicked SASSILY and his wings stretched around them.

Moon:*she looks down at her shoes trying not to look into his eyes nor look at his wings*

“Moon. What about the debt?” He asked calmly, Holding her close.

Moon:I know.. But I’ll just find a way to make some somehow or I don’t know I’m just so fucking stupid…..

Nathan gulped a little and inhaled sharply. “Moon..Will you go out with me..? I’ll help you with your debt.”

Moon:*she paused and her eyes widened*Your joking? Right? Nathan? *she looks up at him to meet his eyes*because if your not-

“Moon, I would never ever joke like that..I love you..”

Moon:*she stared for a while and went on her tippy toes and hugged him tightly by the neck, nuzzling her head in his neck*I-I-I love you too..

Nathan played with her hair smiling, picking her up. He hugged her closely and played with her hair. “Now, Let me treat you right and help you...And finally beat up that Asshole..” He growled.

Moon:your cute when your mad and protective *she giggles* But I’ll come-

Nathan grinned and twirled her around. “You sure? He might die..” He said bluntly

Moon:In that case I’m totally coming!*her eyes BOTH sparkle brightly* I want to see him feel the same hurt as I have...I want him to burn..WHELP I just got WAY to murdery for comfort I want food..

“You eat, Then we can go murder him.” Nathan cooed cheerfully

Moon:*ruffles his hair and got a little too close to touching his wings and quickly pulled back and went to go eat her now cold ramen*

Nathan began tickling her sides, giggling.

Moon:*holds back her laughter*NATHHHHHAAANN!!!! NNAAANII!!!ahhahahahhahahah

Nathan continued, laughing happily.

Moon:*burst out laughing*NNNNAAANNNIII SSTAHPPP NATHANNN

Nathan finally stopped, running away from the scene

Moon:GET BACK HERE IMMA KILL YOOUUUUUUUUU*she runs after him then catching by pinning him to the floor* MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA I GOTCHU! POST UP!*breathes heavily and kinda plops her head on his chest*

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, before holding her.

Moon:*still breathes heavily because she was literally chasing him down*O..oof.f butt..head

He chuckled softly, continuing to hold her close.

Moon:*she just gave up at this point but now she was breathing normally*Okay fine you win but your still a thot my dude*she scoots her head up and nuzzles her head in his neck*

“A thot? Nah, I’m your bitch honey.” He laughed, holding her close.

Moon:*she laughed also* Sure Nathan we’ll go with that~..... Buuuuuttttttttttttt…. Your….. a...THHOOOTTTTTTT *she picked up her head and arms and started to play with her hair but almost touching his wings but stopped herself* I have a random question Nathan..*continues to play with his “bangs”* Why can’t I touch your wings? Like is kinda like kissing for humans but hella different ooorrrrrr like what?...

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