#WE'RE DONE HERE I'M GONNA GO MAKE BROWNIES

[sumaneun-stars]

'Four Seven Two Eight'

Chapter 01 — 'What was I expecting'

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Pairing. Jay x reader

Genre. Fluff, a LOT (and I meant a LOTT) of angst

Warnings. None! (Smut in other chapters though)

Sypnosis. You didn't know why your heart shattered, when your one sided love, Park Jongseong, left you in the dark- because he was never yours to begin with.

‘When you left I lost myself’

“Jay!” You ran over towards him, making him turn in your direction. “You're coming over, right?”

“Of course!” He replied, reflecting the same joy on your face. He groaned afterward, his expression changing. “But there's gonna be so many more people”

“That's why I need you! Once the socializing is done, we can sneak out to the rooftop” you said sneakily.

“And that's why we're friends,” he said with a proud smile.

Out of all the kids of your parents’ friends, Jay caught your eye first. He had been your friend ever since. Noticing that you never spoke to any other kids your age other than him, as well as for Jay, you two were put to the same schools by your parents.

Towards the start of high school, Jay couldn't deny that his heart longed for a relationship more than friends with you. You did too, except it was best to not ruin the friendship you had with him, which was worth more than gold for the both of you.

“Y/n!” You heard your mom call you from downstairs. 

“Yeah?” You screamed back.

“Jay's here!” With that, you ran down the stairs in excitement.

“Good, you're here. I need help with cleaning!” You said with a serious expression, making him roll his eyes playfully.

“Why'd I come early?” he mumbled as he was being pulled by you up the stairs, but it didn't miss your ear.

“You're free to go back,” you said with a frown.

“Okay okay”

“Here, help me move this sofa towards the wall, and then you have to raise the table so I can adjust the carpet,” you said.

You finished off quickly with his help, but, as the perfectionist you were, you couldn't help but point out some mistakes.

“Wait!” You stopped him as he opened the door to your room. He sighed, knowing what was about to happen.

“The table isn't aligned properly”

“Does it really matter?” he groaned

“Of course!”

“But then the carpet will get messy too”

“We can fix that as well”

“But we did it with the greatest diffic-”

“Hurry up, they'll be here any minute!” you cut him off, giggling at his annoyed expression.

You both sighed in unison, sinking into your bed. The room was silent for a while, before the sound of engines interrupted your peace. You both sat up, eyes widening. You didn't need to use words to know that the guests had come already. He ran towards the blinds of your room which overlooked the garden. He turned and nodded with a serious expression on his face.

“They're here” he said, almost panicking.

“Jongseongie, we can do this” you said, hand up as a fist to cheer you both. He reflected the action, before walking towards the door.

“Ah, y/n! Do you remember Aunt Kang?” You nodded, a smile on your face.

“How are you, darling?” She said as she pulled you into a hug.

“I'm okay,” you said softly.

“And Jay” she added, smiling at him before pulling him into a hug as well.

“Magnets since birth, these two” she joked with your mother. 

Two more conversations like that and your social battery already died down, and you could see that Jay's was also on battery saver mode. You both shared eye contact, before sneakily walking up the stairs to escape. 

“Wait!” You whispered, stopping him on the part of the staircase where a wall separated you two and the people. “Those brownies, we deserve some”

He nodded in response. “You go on, I'll be right back” he whispered back.

You admired the view of your small but homely neighborhood, before you heard Jay run up the stairs. He had a bright smile across his face, holding a saucer with 3 brownies on it.

“Oooh, thank you”

He gave you a smug smile before sitting on the freshly swept ground, next to you. He leaned his left shoulder on the railing, following where your eyes went. He scoffed.

“Zoning out again” he mumbled.

“It's peaceful at night,” you replied, smiling softly.

You two rarely ever had moments like this. Peaceful, meaningful talks. They were comforting, to both of you. It's mostly just comfortable silence, but you loved it.

Jay watched as you stared at the little cars running around, and the cats and dogs roaming the streets. Your eyes reflected the city lights, which made them sparkle like stars. He spotted a piece of hair which bothered you- or which made your face unclear to him- and gently tucked it behind your ear making you slightly flinch.

You turned towards him to his action, and noticed his softened eyes, and the unintentional smile on his face. It felt like hours, staring into those hypnotizing eyes. Your heartbeats were rapid in your chest, falling into his spell. You both flinched at the sudden start of a motorbike on the road, clearing your throat as you took the saucer in your hands.

“I- I think we have to go back” you stuttered.

Once you left with quick footsteps, Jay couldn't help but sigh. ‘Stupid, stupid you’ he told himself. He was so close, he should've just kissed you. No- that's wrong. He didn't have the heart to ruin the 11 years of friendship between you two. It was better watching you from a step away than feet. He knew you, you'd keep distance from anyone you felt uncomfortable with. He couldn't do this to you- nor himself.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

After that day, you couldn't ignore the thump in your heart whenever you saw your “best friend”. He somehow became 10x more attractive to you. And well, it would be a crime to lie to yourself that you didn't love him. Weeks and weeks passed, and it was clear to you that there was something more than friendship lingering in your conversations. 

You'd occasionally catch him staring, or notice his cheeks flushing red at times. You noticed the somewhat gentle look in his eyes and the more than usual physical touch, but you couldn't ignore the hints of sadness in his tones.

You entered your classroom with hopes of seeing him, but noticed his absence. It worried you, considering his perfect attendance ever since he joined highschool. Weird.

“Hey Jihoon, where's Jay?” You asked the boy. His expression changed immediately, into a shocked but pitiful face. 

“Didn't you hear? There's a rumor he's leaving school”

“W-what?”

“Yeah”

Later that day, you visited his house, notes in hand.

“Hi Mrs. Park” you greeted his mother with a smile and a hug. “Jay was absent today, so I brought my notes for him”

Her mouth opened and closed, calculating which words to speak out. You noticed her hesitation as she invited you to come inside. 

“Where is he?” You asked her, taking a seat on a sofa. 

“Y/n,” she sighed, placing her hand on yours. Your fingernails nervously picked on your skin, hoping the rumor stayed a rumor. “We've decided to send Jay to live with his aunt in Canada. He'll be doing his higher studies there as well”

“Huh?” You said, hopelessly.

“I don't know why he hasn't told you yet” she said, caressing your hair in a comforting manner.

“I- It's fine, I'll get going then” you said blankly, taking the notes in your hands and mindlessly walking towards the door.

“He'll be leaving on the 9th” she added, halting you mid way. “Take care, dear”

‘You too, Mrs. Park’ you tried but simply couldn't voice it.

You entered your house without a word, running straight to your room and sinking yourself into your bed, trying to mute the conclusions in your head. You couldn't help but burst into tears.

You thought he loved you. ‘Stupid, stupid you’ you told yourself. You got your hopes high for nothing, in the end, only you were left in the dark. Let alone love, was it even a genuine friendship? Overthinking clouded your brain, tears flowing like rivers down your cheeks.

You spent your days in despair, probably only 5 words coming out of your mouth a day. Your eyes were bloodshot and lips pale, and your heart shattered. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

You opened it, only to see the reason for your depression. He greeted you with a soft smile… probably the last, but his eyes flooded in guilt as he examined your worn out eyes and tired expression. You closed the door, blocking him just like he did, leaning on the door as he tried to open it.

“Y/n, let me explain, please” you heard from the other side, tears flowing down your cheeks once again. Your heart ached once the banging stopped and his footsteps faded. He gave up so soon. You sat yourself on the ground, bringing your knees up to your chest. ‘What was I expecting’.

Jay's balled up fists ached from banging at the door he knew you'd never open, but the thing in his chest ached more than he could've imagined was possible. Sighing in defeat, he leaned his forehead to the door he once treated his own. 

‘Y/n, I'm sorry’ he wished he whispered a little louder.

His lips quivered, resisting the tears as he heard your muffled sobs. He made you cry. Those tears; he was the cause. It was always Jay who dried your tears- how the tables have turned.

Jay stayed there, wondering how many years it would take for you to let him in. Every muscle in his body protested leaving you behind as he walked away from his heart's home. 

He sighed, crossing the 9th of his calendar, before stashing it into his luggage and carrying it down the stairs.

“Are you ready, honey?” He heard from across the room, and nodded in response.

“Isn't y/n gonna see you off, son?” his father spoke from the driver's seat.

“Uh- no dad. She's… busy” 

Jay's crouched figure sparked to life at the familiar, already vandalized, ‘stop’ sign in which you two took part in as well. He dared to hope see you look out of the balcony like you always did- with that bright expression on your face. But instead, your street passed like any other. He sighed. ‘What was I expecting’.

After days spent in the dark, you drew your curtains open, finally letting in the light. 

The 9th of February. He was leaving.

Gripping the railing, you faltered once you caught a glimpse of familiar numbers on a familiar car.

‘Four. Seven. Two. Eight’  

Your eyes widened. You scraped the black metal off the railing as you clenched your fists in frustration. 

‘I missed him. Again’

A/n: taglist is open! Hope you guys enjoy our new series<3

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[hearts-hunger]

Stay at home Danny is actually my dream man. Imagine him on the school run, or making brownies for a bake sale

“put your shoes on, bud. we're gonna be late.”

danny dropped his first-grader's sneakers unceremoniously on the couch, holding his phone between his his shoulder and his ear as he waited for sam to pick up. his daughter tugged on the hem of his sweater to get his attention as he made his way back to the kitchen.

“what is it, baby?” he asked, taking the sheet of paper she was holding up to him.

“i made it for you yesterday, daddy,” she said proudly. she'd written her name on the top in the adorable scrawl of a preschooler, and danny looked over what he guessed was a drawing of a flower garden with a smile on his face.

“how beautiful!” he praised. “thank you for making it for me, sweetheart.”

he was sticking it to the fridge with a bright green magnet when sam finally picked up the phone.

“daniel, this better be important,” sam said blearily. “what the hell time is it?”

“seven-thirty,” danny said.

“oh, right. i forgot you have munchkins who go to school at dawn.”

danny huffed a laugh. “did you also forget you were making vegan brownies for their bake sale today?”

danny thought he heard sam smack his forehead.

“oh, shit!” he said, apologetic. “i totally forgot! do i still have time?”

danny took stock of the situation. he'd been planning on saran-wrapping the brownies he made while the kids finished getting ready, but after a mishap with a bowl of cheerios and a lost hair bow, he had to admit he was running behind too.

“if you want to head over while i run the kids to school, we can bake them over here,” he told sam. “i still have to wrap mine up, and we can drop them off when we're done.”

“i'll be over there asap,” sam promised. “tell the kiddos uncle sammy's sorry he's so forgetful.”

danny smiled. “i will. see you in a few.”

he hung up and put his phone in his pocket, taking the brush and that sneaky hairbow he'd found under one of the couch cushions after several minutes of dedicated searching. “come get your hair done, little girl.”

his daughter skipped over and stood in front of him, humming a little tune while danny brushed and braided her hair. she hopped from one foot to the other as she sang.

“you sure are wiggly this morning,” danny teased.

she giggled. “i'm doing uncle joshy's dance moves, daddy.”

“oh, of course,” danny said sagely. he smiled to himself as he thought of josh dancing like that on stage.

when he was finished with her hair, he let her scamper off to get in a few more minutes of dance practice. he found his son still on the couch, near tears as he tried to tie his shoelaces.

“hey, buddy,” he said consolingly, hunkering down to be at the little boy's level. “what's going on?”

“i can't do it, daddy. i'm sorry we're gonna be late because of me.”

danny gave a soft, sympathetic chuckle. “we're not gonna be late because of you, buddy. i was only teasing earlier. you don't have anything to be sorry for.”

the little boy swiped at his tears. “but i can't get my laces tied.”

“well, that's an easy fix. would you like me to help you?”

he nodded eagerly. “please.”

danny tied his son's shoelaces and brushed away his tears. “good?”

he leaned into danny's touch, and danny felt his heart tilt. “good.”

when each backpack was zipped up and every last-minute task was completed, danny buckled his kiddos into their car seats and headed for school. they requested the weight of dreams for the ride, to hear “uncle jakey's super most coolest solo,” and asked danny for the zillionth time to tell them tour stories. he'd watered them down quite a bit, trying to make them appropriate for his little ones, but they mostly just wanted to hear about their dad and their uncles goofing off together.

at school, he sent them off with a kiss and a double-check that they had everything they needed.

“tell your teacher i'm bringing the stuff for the bake sale later,” he said to his son, keeping steady when his daughter barreled into his leg for one last hug.

“is uncle sammy bringing his vegan ones too?”

danny's smile was wry. “yeah, if he ever gets out of bed.”

he ruffled his son's hair and fixed his daughter's already crooked bow.

“i love you two,” he called after them.

they each gave him one last smile as they went through the doors.

“love you too, daddy!”

#girl help stay at home dad danny is my new best love :(((( #maddie writes stuff! #danny wagner #maddie talks to friends! #dad!danny #dad!gvf

[ryozaki21]

brownies - l.yy

"...I spent 2 days making the perfect brownie for you!"

genre: pure fluff , yangyang x reader

warnings: yangyang being a softie TT, wc: 1.2k

an: this one's from the shelf aswell, i promise i'm working on a new fic!!

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"No! Yangyang stop, you're messing it up!" You yelled at your boyfriend when he started mixing the batter mixture rapidly, making some of it splash out of the bowl.

"I just wanna try it, It would be two times faster!!" He proudly says to you. You stared at him blankly.

You looked up, "Jesus christ I dated a five year old." You mumbled.

"Told ya this was a bad idea, Y/N." You heard Ten, sitting at the couch.

You just rolled your eyes as you continued to make brownies.

"Come on baby, promise I'll stop." Yangyang as he put his palms together and looked at you with his puppy eyes.

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"Alright give me the chocolate." You said and took your hands out.

You were waiting for him to give you the chocolate but he just stared at your palms.

"Uh.. I ate h-half---"

"Oh my gosh! What?! Why?" You angrily said to him, making him turn his head down.

"It took you so long to prepare I got hungry! And I thought it was out for snacks, I didn't know it's in the recipe!" He fired back at you.

"Really?! We're literally making brownies, Yangyang and you thought we didn't need chocolates?! Wow, genius!" You sarcastically complained.

"Hey, you're the one who dragged me into this! You knew I hate baking!" He yelled back.

"What?! I said I'm baking brownies and you said you want to do it too!" You pointed at him, now yelling louder.

"I was just being nice. I didn't know you were gonna be this bossy!" You looked at him with disbelief, and angrily put down the spatula that you were holding.

"Ugh! I'm not doing this with you. I'm done." You gave up and went out of the kitchen to go to his room.

"Where do you think you're going?! You're at my dorm!" He shouted.

You stopped walking, and gasped with his words. You turned around.

"You're right, hah." You sarcastically laughed and walked towards the jacket rack to get your coat.

"Don't even think of calling me, Yangyang. I'm done with your shit." You harshly said to him before leaving the dorms.

You went home, still angry to the point that you were crying. You and Yangyang have always been fine and never really fought. Just arguments here and there but not to the point of yelling on top of each other.

You turned off your phone, and went to sleep right after. You got tired because of crying so you dozed off pretty quick.

--

2 days have passed, and Yangyang still isn't contacting you. You've already missed him so much, but your thoughts drowned you.

You assumed that he was done with all your shit as well, and didn't wanna talk to you too.

You sighed as you stood up, looking for your laptop. You need to finish some designs for your boss, but you couldn't find your laptop at your apartment.

And that's when you realized, you left it at WayV's dorm. Half of your clothes are there as well. You pretty much live with Yangyang, until ofcourse, the fight happened.

Fuck, the deadline's tomorrow. I need that laptop. You thought to yourself.

You didn't want to call Yangyang, because It would be embarrassing. You told him never to contact you again, it would be stupid if you call him.

"Aish." You mumbled as you got your keys and drove straight to WayV's dorm.

You knocked twice, Xiaojun opening for you.

"Don't wanna hear it, I just need to get my stuff." You told him and pushed him out of the way.

"Y/N?" You heard Kun, in the kitchen, with aprons on.

You didn't face him as you walked straight to Yangyang's room. He's not there, luckily for you.

You opened your backpack, and started to gather your things.

"Y/N I think you should wait for Yangyang first before you do that.." Ten as he watched you grab your clothes.

"What? Don't worry I won't take any of his things, Ten." You said and rolled your eyes at him.

"That's not what I meant." He seriously said.

"You two should talk first." He sat on Yangyang's bed, as he stopped you packing.

You gave a big sigh. "I know what I'm doing." You sternly said and continued packing.

"Alright." Ten put both his hands up and slowly left the room.

After about 5 minutes, you were done packing and got your laptop. You went outside the room.

As the room's door close, that was when the main door opens, revealing Yangyang, holding a packet of... sprinkles?

He froze and looked at you, as his eyes slowly lowered to your bag.

"Y-you're leaving m-me?" He silently said, as he let go of the sprinkles.

"I just need my s--"

He walked towards you and hugged you tight.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Y/N, I truly am! I promise I won't do it again just don't leave me please!" He pleaded hugged you really tight, burying his face on to your neck.

But that's not what you're surprised of, the shocking thing was you felt his shoulder shake, and your neck started to feel wet.

"Are you crying?" You patted his back trying to calm him down.

"Please don't break up with me Y/N. Please baby don't go!" He whispered as he continued crying.

You grabbed both of his shoulder and pushed him a bit to make him face you. and you were correct, he's bawling.

"Aish." You mumbled and grabbed the tissue from the table beside you and wiped his tears.

He's still looking at you, sniffing, while you fix his hair and wipe his face.

"I'm not breaking up with you, okay?" You clarified to him.

"T-then why are you taking your stuff?" He carefully asked.

"I was only here to take my laptop, But I thought I would take my things too because you don't... you don't like me around here." You quietly said the last part because you were embarrassed.

"So not true?!" He said in a high pitch.

"Then why didn't you call me?!" You slightly hit his chest and he caught your hands.

"I spent those 2 days making the perfect brownie for you.. Kun-ge's teaching me and I thought I could surprise you.. so I didn't wanna call you cuz that would spoil the surprise." He gave you an innocent look.

"Oh my gosh, baby..." You said and hugged him tight.

"I'm sorry I've been bitchy and bossy.." You said as you pulled away from your hug, almost tearing up.

"No baby I'm sorry for being immature." He said as he put his hands on your cheek.

"How about we're both sorry?" You said and smiled at him, which he gladly returned to you.

"Hmmkay baby." He leaned towards you but before you two kissed--

"No kissing in front of us, kids!" Ten shouted.

You both laughed, turning your heads to him.

"How about I help you put those back on my dresser?" Yangyang said, as he pointed at your backpack full of clothes.

You nodded at him and he put his arms around you as you two walked towards his room.

"Kun-ge, you can finish the brownies, right? We'll back after 20 mins." Yangyang said,

"30." You corrected and coughed.

"30minutes." Yangyang repeated.

As you were to close the door, you heard Hendery.

"Be quiet or you're out!"

#kpop imagines #nct aus #nct #nct oneshot #wayv scenarios #wayv fanfic #wayv yangyang #yangyang #liu yangyang #wayv #yangyang x reader #nct imagines

[smolandweirdwriter]

Serafina and the Black Cloak Reread Thoughts

I forgot that the book takes place in 1899 for some reason, but regardless I'm very eager to see how that's handled (since I read it when I was much younger, I doubt I would have picked up on that). but I mean that's just fascinating given the history of the civil war (Cornelius Vanderbilt was a union man--not in it himself, but donated a giant steamship worth about 1 million USD). Also fun fact: George Vanderbilt paid his staff New York wages, which were higher than Asheville wages-- up to the equivalent of $73-ish dollars for the highest working members.

sera and her pa are adorable! little serafina not wanting to eat her veggies is my favorite thing & in a modern au he would definitely be the kinda guy to mix spinach into her brownies to try and trick her into eating vegetables

also serafina first line: "Did." do with that what you will

can serafina get rabies? she says she's been bitten by rats before...

love the sprinkling of 1890s southern dialect lmao

SHE'S THE CRC!

I forgot how good the imagery in this book is!! the descriptions of sounds and nature are incredible!!

mr Vanderbilt has over 22 THOUSAND BOOKS that's the kinda life goal I aspire to

serafina made up stories after reading she's just like me for

au where serafina is a PI & part-time novelist perchance?? (Braeden is a vet ofc)

Sera's pa: if anybody ever asks you who you are or where you're from, you don't answer, got it?

Sera: got it

Sera, the second she meets Braeden: hi I'm serafina here's my social security number

OH BRAEDEN FIRST DESCRIPTION WHAT "... or she'd see their twelve-year-old nephew riding his horse across the grounds, with his sleek black dog running alongside." (p. 12)

"Sometimes she dreamed of wearing fancy dresses and ribbons in her hair and shiny shoes on her feet" props to Robert Beatty for not making her have internalized misogyny and hating "girlie" things. the main fight scene is done in a dress if I recall and I'm so ready to read it

she mentions Braeden a lot (calls him "the young master" or "the nephew" but still, good foreshadowing)

awww poor sera wants a real family but also loves her pa *sigh* EMOTIONAL CONFLICT

sera describing the basement as "hers"!!!

the butler's 11 year old assistant gobbling cookies in the middle of the night is so real im sorry. but also sera standing in the shadow watching him & pretending they're friends chatting is gonna make me cry

oooh the rats and bugs all fleeing from cracks in the walls when the man in the black cloak arrives!!!

mr Thorne first line: "Don't worry. We're going right in here..." creepy lil shit

"her legs felt like explosions of speed" idk why but that line made me laugh. the book is so well-written but for some reason that line just feels very, idk, childish? it kinda took me out of the experience but maybe that's just me

"friends had to help friends. she didn't know much about life, but she knew that." she doesn't even know the girl but considers them friends and wants to help her. serafina seems to think Braeden is kinder than she is, but honestly I don't think that's true. I think Braeden is more willing to trust people, but serafina is more willing to sympathize with them, & I think she has preconceptions of people in power being bad (mr v, mr Thorne-- though the latter turned out to be true--rowena, etc) which turns out false

"A tall man in a black cloak and hood, his hands stained with blood" we have our first Mr Thorne description folks!!

"Just stay still, and this will all be over," he said, pulling her toward him. Serafina suddenly realized she'd made a dreadful mistake. This was far more than she could handle." oh god the places my mind instantly went to? dark, awful places. this book is disturbing and I'm inly 19 pages in-- how did I read this so gleefully as a kid?

"...as if the man wasn't of his own mind but possessed by a demented, ravenous demon" I don't quite remember but isn't it true that the cloak can speak to the wearer? so did it take over mr Thorne at some point? did hearing that voice all the time affect him and further corrupt him? did he ever get confused when he took the cloak off, maybe in the beginning, and think perhaps he didn't want to put it back on again, but in the end the urge for power and youth was too great? oooh angsty fanfic ideas.....

"Death was so near that she could see its blackness and hear the screams of the children who had gone before." this book is so dark how is it for children???? it's incredible I love it

ik she's looking for a place to hide from a guy trying to pull our her soul but her thought process when searching for a hiding spot reminds me of playing hide n seek

"She was the CRC. No trap or weapon or evil man was going to catch her." hELL YEAH

ahhhh description of serafina. collar bones that don't connect to other bones --> cats have a detached collar bone. four toes not five--> cats again. (also as a kid who was tiny and short and having been thought practically dead at birth, serafina was always inspiring to me)

"Mice are timid and prone to panic-induced mistakes at key moments. Just stay still little mouse, [she thought]." oooh nice callback to this exact thought about mice when she's hunting rats earlier

Also did I mention how much I love the chapter titles being encircled in brambles that form the shape of her face or a panther?? that's just cool. if I can actually write something good enough to be published, I'd love to have something like that

Babe wake up new slang just dropped: “gnawin’ on leather” 

Her pa doesn’t like mr poe gives “my dad won’t let us watch horror movies so you have to sneak them over in a different dvd cover if we’re gonna watch a horror movie when you sleep over later tonight” omg rowena & serafina girltime au?? (Lol sorry)

Oooooh the dynamo’s busted I wonder what thaaat meeeaannnssss (hehehe)

Biltmore being one of the few homes to have electricity is a nice reminder of the time period

“she’d been trying to follow [her pa’s] rules at least some of the time” lol

“Spotting an upholstered chair she felt an overwhelming desire to run her fingernails over the plush fabric” REAL

Her being shocked at flower vases & the idea of flowers INSIDE the house is so funny

Awwww poor sera, looking for her momma and siblings everywhere…

Serafina is super smart. just putting that out there. She’s brilliant and I love her

Oop the first description of Edith Vanderbilt kinda gives chatgpt-generated ngl (obviously it wasn’t bc it predates chatgpt & shitty ai writing generators, & this book is SO MUCH BETTER than anything an AI could generate regardless) 

“A refined and attractive woman, Mrs. Vanderbilt had a pale complexion and a full head of dark hair, and she seemed at ease in her role of hostess as she moved through the room.” Idk what about this makes me think “AI generated” but it just DOES

“Serafina loved to climb the tapestries at night and run her fingernails down through the soft fabric” AGAIN SHES SO REAL FOR THIS

OHOHOHO MR THORNE NAMEDROP:

“I’m sure that most of you already know Mr. Montgomery Thorne,”… Mrs. Vanderbilt said with a gentle sweep of her arm toward a gentleman. “He has graciously offered to play [the violin] for us today.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Vanderbilt,” Mr. Thorne said with a smile as he stepped forward. ... To Serafina, who’d been listening to Biltmore’s visitors her entire life, he didn’t sound like he came from the mountains of North Carolina, or from New York like the Vanderbilts. He spoke with the accent of a southern gentleman, maybe from Georgia or South Carolina.”

Serafina having an eye for fashion was NOT what I was expecting from this reread lol (she describes mr t’s outfit then says “all of which she thought went nicely with his silvery-black hair and perfectly trimmed sideburns”)

Hmmm interesting she actually sympathizes with/likes mr Thorne at first?? I did nOT recall that

Lol serafina liking to watch mr Thorne’s fingers move as he plays and wanting to pounce on them is so Cat of her

OMG BRAEDEN BRAEDEN BRAEDEN BRAEDEN

Apparently he looks “sickly, a little frail even” which I do not recall, but hes also got “watchful, sensitive brown eyes” and “a rather fetching tussle of wavy brown hair”

“Are you lost?” WE GOT IT WE GOT THE LINE but more importantly we got the NEXT LINE which is “May I help you find your way?” And hes described as not timid or shy but also not overly confident which I LOVE (fun fact this line is very similar to one of the characters of my other favorite kid’s book series, Keefe Sencen’s “you must be lost” line)

Lol Braeden always sharing his food with Gideon annoys the chefs i LOVE him

OMG HE BOWS TO HER WHEN SHE GIVES HIM HIS NAME LIKE SHE’S A PROPER LADY!!!!! MEN!!!! TAKE NOTES!!!!!! THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE!!!

Name drop at last, missing girl’s name is Clara Brahms. Honestly I’m a little sad Clara isnt a recurring character later on. Braeden, Serafina, and Clara could’ve been a good trio 

OOOOHH “She had heard the servants in the kitchen joke that their master must have secretly found the Fountain of Youth” what a NICE SET UP for how the black cloak keeps people young & serafina’s suspicion of mr Vanderbilt

Mr Vanderbilt: *wears dress shoes to go riding*

serafina: criminal activity right there. Lock him up

Least accurate part of this book is the implication that serafina uses a hairbrush lmao

New slang: spit nails (means be really mad)

“I’m twelve years old. I’m grown up.” Mmmm not quite, but I agree with the spirit!

“Just tell me what’s wrong with me. I want to know. Why are you ashamed of me?” scuse me, I’ll just be over here… crying… in the corner

Ohhhh serafina back story… she could’ve had 3 siblings (AU where all of her siblings survive, but they’re humans too & her pa raises them all???)

The midwives wouldn’t even help a baby??? And the nuns were so mean for what? Like at least consolidate the man, he’s trying to keep a child alive, don’t just tell him “it’s going to die. You should kill it now” who DOES THAT??

It’s so funny to me that serafina didn’t realize she was the baby in the story until after it was over. i get that it’s a kids book but still!

Oooooh nature v nurture very nice very nice

Oh wow I forgot serafina was almost kidnapped when she was probably around 2-3ish (her pa says she was walking/wandering around, so I assume it’s around that time?)

“It’s plain to see that you’re not like other girls” WOW sera’s pa just went there lmao

Ok so when I was first reading this, I remember shipping Leandra and serafina’s pa SO HARD and wanting her to have a proper mother-daughter-father type family, yknow? 

The implication that bright/stereotypically “good” things can ensnare your soul too is so fascinating. That good things can be bad for you too… fascinating

“Her pa had told her to leave them to it, that it wasn’t any of her business, that they weren’t her kin, but who was he to say who was kin and who wasn’t? He stole babies out of the woods!” Help why is this so funny 😭 

Ooohhh she wants to find Braeden! And she keeps thinking of Clara as her friend. I’m so annoyed Clara wasn’t brought back now ugh

Awwww she’s wondering if she can think of Braeden as a friend

Awww poor serafina 

Serafina: *sees dress shoes* THE DEVIL’S APPAREL!!!

Huh apparently there’s a concealed door to the right of the fireplace in the billiard room? Wonder if that’s true

Oooh and it leads to the smoking room, with a similar one leading to the gun room. VERY curious if this was made up for the sake of the story or not

Haha serafina spitting on the back of her hand and using it to wipe her face and hair is so Cat

Serafina loves closets lol 

HES ARRIVED!!!!!!!! BRAEDEN!!!!!

Help why is this whole page so funny 😭

Serafina canonically climbing up a tree to get away from a dog and staying there until her pa got a ladder to get her down is so Cat I can’t

“[Shadows…] [which] reminded her of griffins, chimeras, and other twisted creatures of the night which were half one thing and half another.” OOOOH good foreshadowing!!!

I like this part

when he asks why he’s never seen her and she says “maybe you’ve seen me before and you’ve just forgotten” and he says “I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED YOU”!!!!

hearinf him say her name has tremendous power over her!!!! I’m going to be sick 😍

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smolandweirdwriter reblogged smolandweirdwriter Serafina and the Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: chapter Nine and TenMr Vanderbilt: you’ve got to be a man, BraedenSerafina, in the corner, under her breath: yOU’vE gOT tO bE A MaN, bRAeDeNMr Vanderbilt: *gives Braeden some well intentioned, albeit slightly sexist, advice* Serafina: MURDERERNice allusion to Mr thorne’s skill at everything being suspicious Chapter 10 was creepy af (I mean it does take place in a graveyard soo)Cloven Smith has a creepy gravestone, & google told me nothing about him, so I doubt he was realSerafina: *sees a grave to two women* oh these must be sisters me: WIVESAnyway now I wanna write an au about Mary and Margaret being witches or catamounts or something WE FOUND THE GLADEscarred-serafina-fan Djffjjfjvjgnng I'm gonna assume sisters since they were nine but that's freaking funny lolsmolandweirdwriter oh my god I didn’t even read the dates 😭 I’m so stupid

smolandweirdwriter Serafina and the Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: chapter Nine and TenMr Vanderbilt: you’ve got to be a man, BraedenSerafina, in the corner, under her breath: yOU’vE gOT tO bE A MaN, bRAeDeNMr Vanderbilt: *gives Braeden some well intentioned, albeit slightly sexist, advice* Serafina: MURDERERNice allusion to Mr thorne’s skill at everything being suspicious Chapter 10 was creepy af (I mean it does take place in a graveyard soo)Cloven Smith has a creepy gravestone, & google told me nothing about him, so I doubt he was realSerafina: *sees a grave to two women* oh these must be sisters me: WIVESAnyway now I wanna write an au about Mary and Margaret being witches or catamounts or something WE FOUND THE GLADE#serafina and the black cloak#serafina and the black cloak reread

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Serafina and The Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: Chapter Seven and Eight

I got bored so my thoughts will be on two chapters at once now (so this goes faster)

Braeden is canonically a horse girl

lol serafina is scared of horses

mr crankshod is a lil sus (I say like I’ve never read the book before)

still. I don’t like him

me personally I would not walk into the forest at night but 🤷

no bc lowkey I hate bugs. I’d be thinking about them walking all over me the whole time (UNFORTUNATELY, I do love camping and nature. Just not the bugs. Which yes yes I know biodiversity they’re good for the environment et cetera et cetera. I wish I loved them— I never kill them in the house or anything, I take them outside, but I just don’t like them

Sera and Gidean trusting each other!!

oooh when Braeden freezes when he gets scared, nice allusion to how the rats/scared creatures freeze

They’re allies!!!

something I find very interesting is that to serafina EVERYONE can be separated into Friend or Foe. Clara and Nolan, whom she barely knows? Friends.

Braeden is such a horse girl

ooooh he’s helping her into the carriage like a GENTLEMAN

“I’m sorry there aren’t any blankets,” Braeden said. “Not even a good cloak to sleep under.”

”I’ll pass on the cloak, thank you,” Serafina said with a smile, and Braeden laughed.

they’re so 12 year old coded lol

Braeden backstory!! & emotions

Mr Vanderbilt: you’ve got to be a man, Braeden

Serafina, in the corner, under her breath: yOU’vE gOT tO bE A MaN, bRAeDeN

Mr Vanderbilt: *gives Braeden some well intentioned, albeit slightly sexist, advice* Serafina: MURDERER

Nice allusion to Mr thorne’s skill at everything being suspicious

Chapter 10 was creepy af (I mean it does take place in a graveyard soo)

Cloven Smith has a creepy gravestone, & google told me nothing about him, so I doubt he was real

Serafina: *sees a grave to two women* oh these must be sisters

me: WIVES

me, realizing they’re nine: … Childhood lovers who could never fall in love properly because they never grew up?

me, sighing: sisters

Anyway now I wanna write an au about Mary and Margaret being witches or catamounts or something

WE FOUND THE GLADE

WE MET SERAFINAS SIBLINGS!!!!

AND LEANDRA!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!

oooh is a creature of the night good or bad? Or is right/wrong/good/bad something we need to decide for ourselves?? Fascinating implications & queries for a kids book

”why do I deserve a present?” “Because we’re friends, right?” SO CUTE!!!!!!

braeden being loud af in the tunnels lol

braeden hanging 30 feet in the air lol

serafina wanting to knock the pieces of the chess set over to watch them fall is so Cat (yes that is what I dub the term)

lmaoooo Mr Thorne calling Mr Rostanov “daddy” aged SO WELL

serafina: let’s go through peoples stuff

braeden: let’s not

Braeden as they go through every room: I like this guy! He can’t be evil! I like this guy too! And this guy!

Serafina: you like too many people

Raphael Room, Van Dyck Room, Sheraton Room, Old English Room, Morland Room

Love knowing this is actually true!!

“The pumpkin pie, like all pumpkin pie, looked like something a dog would eat” UH! I beg your pardon?? Pumpkin pie is DELICIOUS

Serafina softening to Mr Vanderbilt and seeing how much he cares for his staff and guests!!

Ooooh Mr Thorne is getting sick!!!

Haha Braeden saving serafina from getting her eardrums ruptured

ohhhhh he’s playing the piano because clara is good with the piano

Braeden somehow knowing what kind of food serafina likes and bringing it to her is friend goals

GUYS Braeden says that Mr Thorne owned an estate “before the war between the states.” That’s the civil war, in 1861. It’s been almost 38 years since then. But Mr Thorne isn’t described as an old man at all. But he couldn’t be a fully grown adult and own property 38 years ago but still appear as if he’s in his 40s. Right??

but also Mr Thorne’s death is sooooo overdue. Child murdering evil plantation-owning racist piece of shit got what he deserved

UGH all the descriptions of the night and the stars and nature make me SO MAD I live in a giant polluted city

A good couple pages:

“The time for sneaking and hiding was over. She was going to make sure one man in particular saw her. And tonight was the night. The Chief Rat Catcher had a job to do.” (Ch 19, p225) YES SERAFINA!!!!!

“She… kept lacing her dress up her back with shaky fingers, but she was having a terrible go of it. Normal girls must have extremely long and bendy arms to do this every night, she thought. Help she’s so funny 😭

“She hated walking straight. And she hated walking slow.” REAL

“She was a China doll, and she was a wraith, in and out of shadows, a girl in between.” Very nice

oooohhhhhh she’s hoping the mountain Lion will show up to kill him. I didn’t realize that the first time i read this

“Come out, my dear child, before I become angry with you.” Thanks to @secretly-a-catamount for telling me Thorne was meant to be a warning to children about child predators because now I SEE IT even more clearly than I did earlier

”At that moment, all the power and ferocity of closed motherhood came ripping out of the woods.” YESSIR

GIDEAN TO THE RESCUE!!!

”she was mightily perturbed he hadn’t stayed dead” 💀 😭

yesyesyesyes die rat bastard!!!!! Mr Thorne is dead!!!!! Let’s go!!!!!

LEANDRA!!!!!

Braeden putting together a search party for serafina and sending gidean out ahead is so perfect and wonderful

Am I the only one somewhat perplexed that all Mrs&Mr Vanderbilt did was send down some beds? Like why not give them a proper room even in the servant’s floor or something? Idk

“There are few skills more important than picking good friends.” — Mr Vanderbilt, the man who befriended Mr Thorne 😂

ahhhh I loved this book. I can’t WAIT to reread the rest!

#serafina and the black cloak #Serafina and the black cloak reread #leandra satbc #serafina x braeden #serafina and the splintered heart #serafina and the seven stars #serafina series #serafina and the twisted staff #braeden vanderbilt #rowena fox pemberton #waysa #biltmore estate #george vanderbilt #edith vanderbilt

[ghost-of-a-slave]

hi , rq anon here from earlier !! ^_^

I'm kinda just gonna go on a ramble here about things you said in your response that were kinda like ... wow okay !! apologies for any improper grammer or typos too !! I'm a fast typer lmao

first , the fakeclaiming hello .... ???

"why is your support of minorities so conditioned" because a) I don't believe that the majority of you chucklefucks are actual minorities so this doesn't apply " wow okay !! that's certainly a way of thinking !! if your belief on someone's race , disability , gender , or trauma or literally anything only applys in certain situations , you are ALSO a bigot . your support for any minority shouldn't be conditioned the moment you disagree with them , or the moment they do something you don't like . you don't see me saying " ur not native american or a system or a trafficking victim bc ur an anti rq and i hate anti rqs !!! " like hello ???

" are you actually POC or are you "transrace" ? " if we're going in your definition , I'm " actually poc . " just like you , I'm native american ( just like you , yippie :3 ) , my dads entire side of the family is native . my grandma taught me how to make dreamcatchers and quillwork and beadwork and she told me many stories growing up !! my native features are pretty obvious too ( despite my skin ... super pale LMAO ) but so , yk , im bodily poc and have been since the day i was born .

" I have Because let's be clear so many radqueers are super fucking white and are larping as POC because they want brownie points or want to be allowed to say slurs. " idk what radqueers you're talking about but poc rqs make up a large handful of our community , at least from what ive been able to see and I've been active in the rq community for a long time . then with the larping as poc , again , the unnecessary and extremely rude fakeclaiming ?? claiming someone is faking their race ( or really faking ANYTHING ) without proof is extremely bad . for someone who claims to support minorities so bad , your view on ones that aren't like you sure is interesting !!

" If your fucking people were not genocided you will NEVER understand what it's like to be Native American and you doing shit like redface only makes things worse. " but i do understand and have understood since i was a little girl . assuming im lying about my race when i literally told you im bodily poc is so fucking weird and literally feeds into bigot behaviors !!

" are you actually traumatized or are you "trans trauma" and had a perfect life and never got hurt? " i was trafficked , raped , beaten and abused my whole life . my genitalia is deformed from how much sexual abuse I went through , I've been in therapy for years now . I'm willing to go into so much detail if you actually wanna know , but then again , you probably won't believe me bc your belief on victims stories is limited 🤷 I actively am in a toxic situation , infact , and just escaped an extremely toxic relationship with my ex , but sure , because I'm radqueer , suddenly I'm lying and just wanna pretend to be ruined for the rest of my life because it's cool .

" yet your community encourages people to not only pretend to experience what I did (trafficking) but also encourages purposefully endangering yourself and trying to GET PEOPLE ABUSED. " for starters , once again , have never seen anyone pretend to be trafficked in the rq community , but I might just be looking at the wrong side ! and then with trying to get people abused and stuff , the only thing I can think of to what you would be referring to is consensual relationships with cnc where one is transharmful and one is harmed . the thing is , notice how I said consensual ?? those sort of relationships are wanted and done safely , at least from what I've heard from people in those those sort of relationships .

" On the flip side are you someone who actually experienced something as extreme as I did or the same situation or are you "trans severity" " already stated this but i experienced just as much as you did ( well , in relations to trafficking at least , I'm not sure what your trauma is beyond that so maybe I have it worse or less worse than you , who knows )

" you have refused to do any of the work that is necessary to get over your own insecurities and accept that you can come away with the same kind of horrific fucked up mental state as people who go through a variety of things and by speaking over real survivors of specific areas not only are you doing self-harm (emotional) but you are ruining the chances of real survivors getting help and aid. " in therapy and am on meds for starters , so I'm not denying any work there . as for speaking over real survivors , nobody is doing that . at least not transramcoa people ( from what I've seen ) , most of them are aware of at least the basics of what it is we've gone through and they support us , maybe you've had a bad run but all my transramcoa friends love me and are always willing to listen to my stories about the things I went through . nobody is talking over you , nobody is saying you didn't go through the things you went through . as for ruining chances of real survivors getting help , ... how ??? genuinely how ?? if you're talking about transid people using things like mobility aids and stuff , then I don't necessarily understand how it's harmful . because one , a lot of transabled people don't really use mobility aids due to lack of money , unstable environments and stuff like that , but even those who do help normalize people using things like canes and stuff out in public , and if more people use mobility aids then a lot more companies will make them and stuff ( obviously , it'll kinda suck because inflation is wack )

" Are you actually disabled or are you "transabled" ? " once again , as already stated , I am actually disabled . I am diagnosed with MDD , GAD & ADHD and have been since I was a pre-teen , then I fit into all diagnostic criteria for bpd and autism and have suspected DID .

" The majority of radqueers however are not actually disabled or at least have a series of disabilities they pretend to have to make fun of people with those disabilities or because they think it's funny/cool. " no ?? again , I really & truly do not understand where you're finding these radqueers because all radqueers I've met have some sort of disability , either mentally or physically . and even then , I've never met a transabled person who does it to mock disabled people OR because they think the disabilities are cool . most transabled people I've met are transabled due to atypical dysphoria , presenting differently in headspace , source / kin memories , and most times they're transseverity ( aka , already disabled !! )

" and sure if I was you I'd be miserable because I was a bigot and bigots are miserable. But you could just no longer be like that if you stopped being a bad person maybe. " no , you'd be miserable because of all the things I deal with daily . you'd be miserable because I'm gonna have to repeat ninth grade most likely . you'd be miserable because nobody ever understands what I've gone through . you'd be miserable because I've been the " weird kid who doesn't understand social cues and is too loud " my entire life . you'd be miserable because I live with a mother who's like a ticking time bomb sometimes . I am not a bad person either , infact , I get told often I am a good person who's funny , kind , compassionate and very empathetic by my friends and family ( and yes , this includes the ones who know about my radqueer identity . yes , this includes even my ANTI friends who know I'm radqueer . ) , I am a much better person than I was when I was younger , my improvement in my behavior is something I'm extremely proud of actually !!

tl ; dr ;; your support and belief for minorities shouldn't be limited the moment you disagree with them . just because someone is different than you doesn't mean they're lying .

Okay, this may be the last one from you that I'm addressing not because I wish to drop the topic but because I now know I'm talking to a minor on an account I sometimes post sexually explicit posts on and I don't want to anytime soon unnecessarily expose you or other children to that as well as my own personal feelings about how I approach topics with those substantially younger than myself. I want to start off by and be clear that this is not to say children are lesser or dumb but rather that I know from my own experiences that it's a lot harder to be at a better place mentally the younger you are and the closer to trauma you are. The way I reacted and the way I have spoken to you is incredibly unnecessary and I apologize for any distress I may have caused. I do not wish to cause harm to children whatsoever. I also know that when it comes to groups I personally see as a genuine danger to my safety I will be incredibly aggressive and harsh. This harshness is meant primarily for adult radqueers who have the ability to know better, fully understand right from wrong, and specifically the ones who do everything in their power to berate genuine minorities. I am so genuinely sorry that you've been sucked into that hell and you are not to blame nor deserving of any of this. I've been there, I'm pretty sure I got trafficked in highschool still as well. I know how horrific it is. And I'm also very sorry that I did not think about properly wording my previous post as talking in generalizations without clarification obviously would end with me fakeclaiming you which was wrong of me on many levels. The anger I hold to the people being genuinely bigotted and cruel should not be placed on people who genuinely seem to not hold those fascistic and horrific ideas.

I don't believe it's bigoted for me to often doubt the validity of someone's claims if they're a part of a social movement built on the basis of lies, manipulation, and other falseities. Transids/TransX is based on lying to other people and taking up space in communities of minorities while knowing you are not that minority. For example a fully white person claiming to be "trans native" going to events for natives or even lying for scholarships and similar yet not even knowing the name of whatever tribe they're claiming to be a part of, anything about the history, or even trying to genuinely care about the people within that demographic. That person is a colonizer, I would hope you agree that colonization is bad. Which leads me to be confused as to why you would support a colonialist ideology such as transids/TransX. It doesn't matter if SOME people are not doing redface/blackface/similar, the overall concept is built specifically to defend those things. The most prominent example of transX identities is Oli London who was an obsessive stalker of a BTS member. He later claimed to "detransition" and is now an alt-righter spokes person online advocating for the brutality and legal oppression against trans people because of comparing real transgender people to his creepy racist bullshit he purposefully did to himself. This is what TransID is, and has always been. It is white people making a mockery of POC, and ableds mocking disableds by doing stereotypical impressions of mentally and physically disabled people to claim they're basically the same. Saying you are "transOCD" is faking OCD and is inherently making fun of people with OCD as well because it is making a mockery of what the actual disorder is. And faking a disorder for attention is something you should not be encouraging as it's a sign of differing mental illnesses that when constantly played off as just a special little identity forces you to never look into getting care or aid. (And no TransID is nothing like being transgender. Gender is an immutable self concept, that self concept fits into societal ideas and is called gender. The self concept is not by any means attached to one's body it is core to the self. All things that fall under transIDs are actually just about your body and things that are not always inherent to the self. If one had a differing body or brain they would not have X experience. I'd also go as far as to say that I believe personality disorders are parts of the self- but if you don't have one that means your self is not supposed to have it and you are going against the nature of the self by pretending to have it and is still obviously vastly different from gender.)

The reason I doubt the claims of people who are radqueers on their own traits and identity is not out of hate for them- I do not doubt radqs because I dislike them- I doubt them because the community is centered on lying. It is an ideology that is rotted at the very core. There is no radqueer without lying about your identity. You cannot be a radqueer and be anti-racist because being anti-racist requires going against trace people. Because trace people only exist due to racism. POC people who feel they have to be white are struggling with internalized racism- telling them they're right and would be better as a fully white person is you being racist. White people larping as POC is obviously racist because they are physically not POC and will NEVER experience what POC do.

I am sorry that you don't see what this community you are in is built upon. I am sorry people are lying to you and pretending to care about your trauma. I really and truly do hope you can get away from these ghoulish people who are using you as a token minority and a shield. You do not deserve to have people telling you they want your trauma or calling you lucky for experiencing such horrific things.

Radqueers do encourage abuse. I was once sent a massive thing screaming at me by another radqueer for daring to get free of trafficking and told I only existed to be raped and that's all I deserved and I was a bigot for taking away from biastiophiles because the radq community is filled with abusers who are pro-contact for horrific things. I am referring to the people in the community who go and do shit like that. The people who have been outed for sexually abusing children, animals, and corpses. The people who have tried to push people with disordered masochism such as myself into getting severely injured to the point of hospitalizations. I am talking about the people who encourage and advocate for the legalization of child abuse. I am so fucking glad you haven't run into those people, I am very fucking genuine when I say that I am terrified for people your age who are in that community. I am terrified that radqueers will get more people abused and killed. I don't want more people to die or be abused that is why I'm anti radqueer.

People ruining chances for survivors getting help is a mixed bag as well. As a person in treatment for my trauma it's so fucking hard to get anyone who believes you, I lucked out on a therapist who'd worked with trafficking survivors before but due to the large proliferation of misinformation people genuinely do not know what happens in trafficking. I have been brutalized and attacked for being a survivor on the basis it sounded too far fetched. I have seen people get pushed away by law enforcement because too many liars have made false reports or similar. The massive situation with the satanic panic for example got therapists and survivors alike killed. This is just a continuation of that brutality. Anyone who is transRAMCOA is someone lying about being a survivor and causing severe harm and damage to real survivors. I'm sorry the people around you don't see you as someone who matters and sees your trauma as a joke. You don't deserve that. Nobody around you should be telling you how jealous they are to be brutalized like you are/were. They're not good friends and they're using you.

Disabilities are also not fun. Nobody who is "transabled" by radqueer terms actually cares about the people with the real disability because if they did they wouldn't be faking it. They wouldn't be making fun of the symptoms.

You seem to be struggling a lot with self hatred. And I can only help you pull through. Seeing such young people get sucked into abusive and cruel extremist groups is incredibly sad and I know nothing I say will ever save anyone but fuck me if I didn't want to at least try.

#anti radqueer #radqueers fuck off #radqueer dni #radqueer tw #ableism tw #racism tw #cult tw #trafficking tw #abuse tw #SA tw

[pomegranate-pen]

Stranded Chapter 1. Byegone Island

before we start, a few trigger warnings! 

this fanfic will include small bits of depression, parental issues and basically some childhood trauma. if you're uncomfortable with any of these subjects, it's best to not read this fanfic. the fanfic won't go super deep into it. but it will speak about it. anyways, with that said, enjoy this very long first chapter. 

Loud, bustling with cars and suffocating.

That’s what living in the city was like for you. Too much people, too many noises and way too many toxic gas that have become a replacement to the clear and refreshing oxygen.

Even though you've lived in it your whole life. Survived it for god knows how long, you still hated living here. You’d think you'd get used to it by now. But the complete opposite was attacking you instead.

You were getting frustrated with living there in every second. The more days you stayed, the more you wanted to leave. And every time your mouse is only one click away from buying you an apartment on a small, peaceful town. The more you feared on what will happen if you have truly left your home.

What would you even do? Get a place and pray to god that it'll be enough for you and luckily enough they'd be needing a veterinarian?  Could you even believe the online reviews about the neighborhood? Could you even-

"y/n?" the worried voice of your brother, Jason, snaps you out of your thoughts. “You doing ok there?"

You shook your head. "Nope. I feel like I'm about to die any second now." Jason chuckled at that. "Well, you're not the only one." he sighed.

He picks up the café menu and looks at it with boredom. Knowing that he'd order the same as usual anyway. Suddenly, his posture perked up a bit and his eyes brightened. "How did your interview go?"

With that, a deep frown settle on your face and your heart sank. Disappointment and shame coursed through your veins like a venom. "oh- uh..." you cleared your throat. ”it…it didn't really work out."

A look of sympathy crossed through the elder brother's face. Already regretting the question, he tried to find anything that could cheer her up.

"Well, they just didn't realize how amazing you are." he huffed. "In fact, you are so amazing, they were blinded by the sight and didn't even think about it properly." the encouraging words made you reluctantly let out a snort. Jason grinned in victory. "Don’t worry, tell you what, I bet they're gonna call you back in less than a week." he scans the menu again. "And to celebrate that bet-that is absolutely correct- I suggest we get you a triple-sprinkles-extra-brownies cake ice cream apocalypse. The cafe's most insane and sweetest dessert."

The troubling weight on your body seemed to be lifted up by that comfort. A smile replacing the depressing frown you had. "Well, good sir. If I may inquire." you brought out your most elegant-like voice. Which Jason snorted to. “If we're going to have the triple-sprinkles-extra-brownies cake ice cream apocalypse. We absolutely must also get the rainbow boom drink." 

"It shall be done" Jason spoke with the same tone as yours. Soon enough you both couldn't take it anymore and laughed. Making the poor waitress and dear friend of yours Brianna, who was already used to your behavior, sigh and walk up to you two.

She clears her throat and you both immediately stiffen up having been caught red-handed. "You two are lucky I care about you two too much to kick you out." she glares at Jason. "Especially you, gummy worms."

Jason gasps as you try your best to contain your amusement. Gummy worms, a nickname that based on a trustworthy Intel (Brianna) has been given to Jason at college. One night when they all went to a party for the first time, Jason was challenged to eat five bags of gummy worms by a friend of his. Always having the need to be cool and well-known in social places with the huge want of people’s approval, he took that challenge with no second thought to it and ultimately, lost. But, due to his chaotic act, everyone around campus has known him now as the infamous gummy worms guy and he grew to really despise that nickname.

"Brianna!" his voice contained an act of shock through this betrayal. "I thought we agreed to never speak about that!"

"We didn't agree, we made a deal." she smirked. “I’m guessing you forgot about it, haven't you gummy worms?"

Jason only rolled his eyes and looked away. Leaving you and Brianna to chuckle at his behavior. "Well, anyway," she pulls out her small notebook and pen. "Do you guys want the usual?"

You grin with amusement at that. "Nope." Brianna looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "We want one of your triple-sprinkles-extra brownies cake ice cream apocalypse." her eyes widened. "And, two of your rainbow boom drinks."  Her jaw dropped at that.

"You both are insane." she looked at you two with a horrified and shocked look. "You’re going to die from eating this."

You shrugged. "Well, it's better than going to interviews I know I won't get the job for."

Brianna looks at you with worry. "Say, why do you keep getting rejected anyway?"

A dark feeling burned within you, a feeling you tried to keep contained throughout the months of your exhausting job hunting. Was it sorrow? Annoyance? You gulped with a sudden realization. No, no. it was hatred. Hatred for the man who brought this misery of months onto you. The man who had no business or benefits from ruining your newly born career path. The only thing he got from it was pride. Pride that he had destroyed what you have been working for years now. You hated him. You hated him with every fiber in your being and you only wished to never see him in your life again.

"That asshole." you hissed. Brianna already knew who you were speaking about. "He somehow blacklisted me from every single animal hospital and clinic! I didn't even know that was possible!"

"Well, when you have as much money as he does, anything is possible."  Brianna grumbled. Her palm was placed on your shoulder as reassurance. "Hey, don't worry about it. You can still work here for now. But I'm sure you won't be working at this coffee and old pastry smelling place for long. You'll working at an amazing clinic instead!"

You smile at her, although there wasn't any joy laced within it. "Yeah, I'm sure too." your voice became low, negative.

The two best friends glance at each other worryingly. Unsure of what to do. You looked at your phone and sat up. "I gotta go." you tch from frustration. "I have another job interview."

With a few goodbyes and good lucks from your brother and his friend, you get out of the calming, warm cafe and step into the harsh concrete of reality once more.

Sidewalks filled to the brim with people, having to see them all walk with someone or be as lonely as you were. The city was a nightmare for you for many reasons. Not only did it cause a gigantically unfortunate event for you that has effected your career now. It has also never forgot to tell you about how lonely you truly are.

Occasions like these with your brother rarely happens. Once a month, if you’d be lucky enough, twice. The amount of work he had to do and your own time-consuming task of job-hunting and working at the café took over every last bit of time you had.

Not to mention, having your older sibling as your only friend isn't the best thing...you barely have anyone else to hang out with or to speak to. At the past, you loved being alone. You thrived in it, even. Being alone in a peaceful quiet life was something you loved having. But at some point, being alone made you feel lost, ignored and well, far away from the people around you. Made you feel like there's no one in the world there for you. That you're forgotten, abandoned. It made you feel unimportant and pathetic.

You’d think being in a city was the best place to make friends. But it turned out to be the complete opposite instead. Or rather, it has become the complete opposite for you.

Your brother lived here as well and yet, he seemed to be accustomed and happy with the life he made. He has a great job, a good load of friends and he can easily call the city his home.

Maybe this city just isn't for you. It just didn't work out for you. Maybe it was meant for only one of you to stay and make a peaceful life at and the city immediately chose who.

And as you finally reached the clinic, you shake those thoughts out of your head and focus at the task at hand. Go in the clinic, give a great interview and hopefully get accepted and not rejected once more.

As you stepped into the clinic, a sense of anxiety rushed into you. But you didn't dare to focus on it. You mustn't. It will only ruin the whole interview for you.

"Are you Y/n L/n?" you flinched by the sudden voice. Turning your head around, you're met with what seemed to be the receptionist." yes, that's Me." you flash a kind smile. 

"Well then. Come with me. I'll-" a sudden ringtone interrupts her. she gives a sheepish huff and excuses herself as she answers her phone.

"Yes?.....mhm...yeah.." suddenly, her eyes became full of concern and fear. " o-oh..I-I see..." her body stiffened and she looked at the ground. Avoiding any eye-contact with you. Suspicious. Very suspicious. Gulping, you notice your hands fumbling together. Out of your command. Stress seeped in you. You only hoped it wasn’t what you thought it was. "Oh w-well...a-alright Mr. Clement."

Your heart dropped to your stomach. "u-um..Miss.L/n.." that bastard. That fucking bastard. How did he know? How did he know?! Why is he so obsessed with this? Why is he so obsessed with you?! It’s going way too far. Why won't he let go of you? Why won't he let you live?

"I'm really sorry to say this but-" you couldn't help it. You couldn't handle it any longer. Rejection after rejection, sorrow after sorrow. Never giving you a break, never giving you a chance to breathe. Suffocating. It’s all suffocating. This city is suffocating. He’s suffocating.

"But I can't inter- oh my god!" the receptionist yelped in shock as she saw tears fall down from your face. "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" regret and anxiety washed over her as she realized the gravity of the situation you're in is much deeper than she knows. "Uh-um- d-do you want tissues?..." she mentally face-palmed at herself for asking such question with an obvious answer.

You didn't respond at all. You didn't even glance at her. You only started to sob and feel the embarrassing energy of the situation hit you in the gut. You were tired. so so tired. It was too much, you needed a break, you needed to leave.

"y-yes that would be nice." you breathed out, still in a racket of sobs.

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Safe to say that you were crying the whole afternoon. Eyes now red and puffy, hair a mess and your mood still sour. You decided to drown in your emotions while watching your favorite show to ease the mood.

But before you could even click play, the sound of your phone ringing made you grumble and get up sluggishly from your comforting bed. You hoped whatever the phone call was for, it was worth it. Because the bed was way too tempting with its comforting warmth and soft pillows. Getting out of it felt like a crime.

Jason was calling. Shocked and curious by that, you click respond. Your ears are met with a bustling noise of the TV in the background and the sound of your mother. 'Tell her to bring some butter!'   She told Jason, which he hummed at.

"Y/n! Mom said she wanted to invite us for dinner tonight, but she forgot to call you." Typical. “So if you're not busy, could you come over now?"

"Uh, I don't know." You looked around your silent house yet again. "I'm kind of busy right now."

"Y/n, please." Your mother's voice came up. "We haven't had a family dinner in such a long time now! I want to see you again."

You sigh at that, now feeling guilty for not agreeing. You finally gave in. "Alright, I'll come." You could almost feel your mother's smile through the phone by that.

"Great! Oh- and bring butter too!"

"Will do."

You didn't even bother to clean yourself up a little. You felt too unmotivated to do anything. Although, maybe it is best to at least put some water on your face to freshen up a little...

With that thought, you wash your face and ruffle your hair a bit. As you look at the mirror, whose showing you how messed up you still look, you only shrugged in response. "This looks fine."

Getting a cab and telling them the location, you felt your mood worsen as you saw the streets oh so familiar.The nearby neighbor's house still had that giant scratch left by the bear that you once woke up and made him follow you was still there.

The first thing you're met with is a circus car, which was filled with different animals from big to small. You turn in your camera and start recording, the weight of the thick camera felt like ten bricks on you and you feared that you might lose your balance on it soon.

"Good evening! Fellow adventurers!" The camera soars to the direction of your young face, full of excitement and confidence. You were only a mere child back then who dreamed of the impossible.

"Today, I will free the poor animals! The evil circus man shouldn't be using them like this!"

Although you know that what your child self was saying was pretty true with a pinch of childhood innocence in it, you knew that the mission would fail. After all, you've lived through it. When you opened the cage of the first one, the bear, its loud growls seemed to immediately garner the attention of the magician who was the boss of the whole circus. He got attacked by the bear and in the end, the bear left a claw mark on the neighbor’s door as a remembrance of your reckless behavior. 

You did many adventures like these when you were a child. None as dangerous as these of course but still dangerous. All the memories you've had are hazy now. But you do remember one thing. Your mother hated your adventuristic side. She wasn't great at hiding it at all either.

The car stops and so does your train of thoughts. Getting out and knocking on the familiar door, you're met with your mother who grinned as she saw you. "Y/n! Come in come in!"

Walking in the house and greeting everyone there (also giving the butter they oh so desperately needed), you went to the kitchen and decided to help your mother to set the table. “how’s the job hunting going?"

You froze and looked away from her. "It’s...it’s going well." the lie left a bad sting in your mouth. "Really? That’s great!" your mother clasps her hands together. "I told you that silly ol' situation wouldn't affect it!"

You didn't know what hurt more, the fact that your life is in ruins or the way your mother thinks of it all. 'Silly' is the last word you'd use for it.

"Y-yeah totally." you gave a fake grin.

When everyone sat down at the dinner table, your father decided to speak. "Well," he gave a smile to your mother. "Guess what we bought last month."

You and Jason looked at each other with raised eyebrows. "Uh...don't know." Jason shrugged. "What did you guys buy?"

Your father turned around to you. "Any guesses y/n?" you furrowed your eyebrows in thought. "I don't know...you guys buy a yacht or something?" you joked.

"Correct!" Jason choked on his drink. Both you and your brother looked at your parents with confusion and mild shock. Your mother decided to clarify it all. "As weird as it might sound, your father always dreamed of buying a yacht."

"why's that?" you asked, now intrigued by the whole ordeal. Your father seemed more than delighted to answer that question.  "When I was a kid, I always dreamed to be a sailor. I'm too old to be one now . but, I thought that maybe I could at least enjoy a bit of this childhood dream of mine by buying this yacht."

"I know everything there is needed to know about it now. I can teach you two how to use it if you want."

"That’s so cool!" Jason beamed like a child. The sudden excitement in his tone went away as a realization annoyed him. "I don't think I have time though. I'm pretty busy." he groaned.

"I got time." you responded. "Learning how to use a yacht could be cool. So sure, why not?" With that conversation to an end, you were now at a better mood then before. Coming to this family dinner wasn't a bad idea, you thought.

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The dinner ended and when you all sat down at the couch, your mother decided to bring out something from the library. The old family camera.

Soon enough, you have regretted coming here and grimaced at your poor choice of words in your head. As she walked in with the menacing machine who has seen everything you've been through throughout your life, you contemplated on whether you should leave right now and sadden your family or stay and suffer the awkwardness you'll feel instead.

It was too late to decide anyway, because your mother was already turning on the TV and going through the hundreds of files that were saved up in it.

The first video to show up was Jason's 14th birthday. Conversations about the fun day and its ups and downs, you noticed your child-self behind Jason, playing with the little siblings his friends brought as well.

The second one was where things were starting to feel...not so comfy anymore. At least not for you. Sure, your family was laughing at your childish antics in the video, going around the park and findings places to adventure in. But they've all seem to forget the traumatizing scolding you got from your mother after it. She hated how you 'ruined the image of the family' with your carefree and non- sophisticated act. She grounded you for weeks for just being curious. Just being a child.

“Oh, you were so troublesome!” she giggled. Making you only sink into the chair even more than before.

The other one was again, of you. As you gave a quiet grown and felt your eyebrows furrow, the video showed you in your pajamas, woken up in the morning because you thought you heard a spaceship.

Everyone spoke about that day, how they woke up in four in the morning to your sprinting footsteps down the stairs. You remember that day perfectly. Going out with a flashlight to find the source of the loud sound and being a hundred percent sure it was an alien spaceship, you were met with the neighbor looking at you like you were insane, putting their hands like they surrendered and unsure on what to do. Next to them, a new lawnmower they've bought that they were excited to try out as soon as possible.

Another day, another time you got grounded and scolded for your antics. From that day onwards, you've been losing your passion for adventuring. You've been afraid of doing one. As soon as you stopped going out and using the camera, the happier your mother seemed.

She hated your passion, she disliked your enthusiasm for the thrills of adventuring. It was obvious, but the realization always hurt you. For the longest time you've been loving it and working your best as a child to achieve your dream. Knowing that your own parent doesn't support it crushed it for your child-self. Sometimes you regret giving up on your dream. Maybe you wouldn't be stuck in this city if you achieved it. You'd be across the seas and discovering the truths of the world. Living the best life you could.

The more videos shown, the more rage that was building up in your chest. The more uncomfortable you felt.

As the video shown your birthday, your grinning face was zoomed into, you noticed the camera and started narrating what's happening on that day.

"Hello! I'm Y/n L/n and today's my birthday!" You waved to the camera. "And today, I'm here with my best friend Lui-"

You turned off the TV.

Confused silence took over the room as Jason looked at you worriedly. You didn't utter a word, unsure on what to tell them.

"S-sorry... I uh... “ You gulped, feeling the tension laying in the air. "Um- I think... I... "

Deep breath in, then deep breath out. Your shoulders slouched and the familiar depressing feeling took over your mind once again and with a mind full of horrid thoughts you wanted to escape, you gave an awkward 'goodbye' and left.

No explanation, not even a glance to see their expression and no dessert. Truly, a great family dinner.

You decided to save up some money and walk home instead. Not the safest idea, sure. But you didn't even really care anymore anyway. The once loud streets have become surprisingly quiet. Strange, you thought. You'd think the city would be at its prime at late nights like this. The streets seemed dark, eerie and something out of a Batman movie.

Millions of now closed stores and the cobblestone sidewalk empty with a few trash here and there. Your heart kept a tight, excruciating grip on you. Its weight seemed unpleasant and heavier than before. You felt like a giant bug was stuck on your throat and your veins, your blood, your body, felt tired. They all felt so horribly tired.

The mental rollercoaster you had to go through today was something you wished to never experience again.

You knew you would though. This is a normal routine for you. You get struck by the universe with another lighting stroke filled with struggles. Wish you never even existed and boom, you wake up and repeat.

Pathetic. You were pathetic, weren't you? A pathetic being who can't seem to be happy wish the life she's got. Can't seem to have the bravery enough to change it all.

But why should you stay like this? If you truly do dislike living here than its best to leave, right? You only live once after all.

It might take some time, many shifts at Brianna's cafe that's for sure. But it's a risk you're finally willing to make. You're going to leave this place once and for all.

"Y/n!”

Jason's voice seemed to get you out of your thoughts as you turned around. He seemed out of breath and his run has seemed to slow down from an exhausting run. As soon as he reached you he tackled you into a hug. "I got so worried!”

"You could've called me.” you responded, a bit confused by it.  He huffed in disappointment and a gave a bemused glare.  Bringing out your phone from his pocket.  “you forgot this at mom and dad's place. " well now you felt ashamed. "Oh man, I'm sorry.”

"It's alright" he shrugged. His eyes glance at you worriedly.  “speaking of mom and dad's place.... “you now avoided any sort of eye contact, not prepared for the stress it could bring you. "You doin' okay?... "

"I'm fine,just...just a little tired that's all." Jason could see through that lie from a mile away. Coming to a conclusion in your thoughts, you decided that this was the best time to tell him. "I think I'm gonna move out."

"WHAT?!"

"W-wHat do you mean you're gonna move out?!" the sudden information, out of nowhere in the middle of the streets obviously shocked him. "y-you mean from your apartment, right?"

You shook your head. "Nope. The city." his shoulders tensed up. "Y/n are you okay?!" he looked at you as if you've lost your mind. "This is way too sudden! Don’t get me wrong I'm fine with you trying to make a new life for yourself." he reasoned. Already foreseeing the arguement that might come from the common misunderstanding. "But decisions like this takes time a-and thorough planning! You can't just say you 'wanna move out' and think everything you need will suddenly show up!"

"I didn't think that at all!" you countered. "But think about it. If I'm gonna move out, I have to be quick because Louis will learn about it sooner or later! You saw what he did with the job interviews!" hesitancy was visible on his expression. “I want to leave Jason. I need to leave. I-" you gulped the festered up emotions stock on your throat. “I can't stay here anymore! I hate this place."

As if on cue, it started rain. Small little droplets started to become more and more frequent as the seconds pass by. With clothes that are slowly getting soaked by the cold freezing rain water, you looked at him with a desperate and saddened expression. Desperate for freedom and joy, saddened by the mental torment you had to go through throughout the years.

"I just- I just can't. I have to go."

Jason looked down on the sidewalk, deep in thought. This city was his life. He lived here his whole childhood, went to college and got a job here. He knew every nook and cranny in this place. This place was his home and for a long time, he thought it was yours as well. But now, he realizes that it's the absolute opposite.

As he gave a stressed sigh, uncomfortable with the sudden huge change that will come upon this decision you made. Both worried for you and himself. He knew he had to get along with it. It's your life after all.

"At least-" He rubs his temple, an unsuccessful way of trying to relax himself. "Let me help you."

Your eyes brightened up. “I know a few friends who moved out of the city. I can ask around and see where you can stay and hopefully get a job at before that Ken doll wannabe finds out. "

"R-really?! " relief shook you. You felt as if the heavy lifts on your heart has been lifted by the clouds of hope. As your brain tried to process the new information, a question piqued out. “Wait- of you talk to your friends, word will get around about me moving and he'll surely find out!" Panic. Instant panic came over you.

Before he could even respond, a loud thunder crackled and made you both jolt in fear. Remembering the weather you're stuck in, cold shivers ran down your body as you hugged yourself for warmth.

"Let's go to your apartment first!” Jason walks to the nearby shelter. You nod and follow him to the complex and ignored the glare the Janitor gave you for the puddles of water you created while walking. Although, you did give a shivering awkward wave to the receptionist. Which they have a confused low wave back.

You'll definitely give something as an apology to the Janitor tomorrow.

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The warm temperature of the room mixed with the horrifying sheer dead cold of the night gave you a familiar, sort of comforting feeling.

Sitting down for hours, your legs fell asleep and bags were obvious on your eyes. Jason, seemed to be in a similar condition as you. Head in thought, beeping sound of his phone jolting him awake from time to time.

You've been calling for hours, trying to find anyone of his trustworthy friends that could let you stay somewhere for a while before settling in.

Many said no, which was completely understandable when you thought about it. You'd react the same way. The situation was a weird one. But, there was no time to think about that. They're far more important matters at hand.

You need to get out of here as soon as possible before anyone else finds out. If you can go in the span of one week, then you'll be safe and you'd get the job and apartment you wanted before Louis did anything fowl or spread any rumors about you.

So as Jason was calling and texting to see if any of his old friends could help him out a little, you were staring at your computer with eyes wide open, trying to see if you could find any clinics or animals hospitals in need of a vetinarian in a city not too far, but also not too close that could know about you.

No luck. Absolutely nothing good could be found. Feeling hopeless from your side of the mission, you asked your brother if he's got anything. "Nope." He ran a hand through his now, messed up hair. "I've talked to everyone! Well...except...” He frowned and shook his head. "No, no. never mind.”

"Except who?” you felt eager, any chance of getting out of here was a one you were willing to get.

"Y/n, no. “Jason rolled his eyes.”This guy is actually insane. There's no way he can help us. "

"What's his name?”

He stood in silence. Not wanting to reveal the information to you. For that, you grumble. "Come on Jason! Tell me." he turned his head around in denial dramatically. Eager and a bit desperate, you try to find anything that you could persuade an answer out of him with. A memory clicks in your head and you smirk. "If you don't tell me, I'll tell Mason about that little crush you have on hi-"

"OK- ok! Just- d-don't do that!" he finally gave in. he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Cameron. His name is Cameron Eclipse."

“He’s a bit...way too passionate about some mythical beings he made up." he huffed a laugh. “He calls them Mobians."

"Well, can he help us?"

Deep in thought, Jason scratches his head and answers. “He does come from a rich family...I'm sure he has a way or two to get you out of here without Louis finding out." your eyes brighten up by that. "Call him up then!"

With that, a two hour call began.  Fortunately enough, he is willing to help you. Yet a few more steps still needed to be changed.

"You won't be able to get any good jobs in another city." you gasped at that. Stomach dropping and heart beating a bit too fast for your liking. "w-what do you mean?"

"Well, that friend of yours-"

"He is not my friend."

"Ok- that acquaintance of yours," Cameron looked through his computer. “Comes from a very very successful family. Just like mine, their family has been honored and cherished across the world through generations." you grumbled at that.

"Although...I do have another way for you. There’s this one place I know where Louis might not be able to reach."  Suspicion between you and Jason grew as you looked at each other with raised up eyebrows. "My great-great uncle was a scientist. He once went to trip to this island and came back...different. As if something took over him. He came back safe and sound though. So you should be fine!"

"Yeah I'll take it."

"WHAT?!" Jason screamed. "Are you crazy?!"

"maybe." you shrugged. "But if I'm crazy, than Louis is insane." Jason felt completely speechless. Did you both hear the same thing? Before he could utter any more objections, you stopped him.

"I get why you're worried. But I want this. I'm doing it."

"But-"

"No buts." you shushed him. "after all, they're for sitting." you gave a stupid grin. He wanted to give the biggest older brother scolding speech he could, but felt hopeless at this situation. Only grumbling, feeling worry build up in him.

He only hoped you'd be safe. But with such situation like this, he dares to doubt it.

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"Well,” Jason looks at his phone, seeing the little arrow reach the red circle. "We're here.”

He looks around the place. A bit weirded out by it. It was the beach that was next to the city's forest. The beach was empty. The only sound that accompanied the crickets of the night was its ocean waves. Creating a sleep-inducing melody.

You gave a tired groan as you put down the heavy luggage you brought with you. Jason's frown only deepened.  After repeatedly looking at his phone and shoe, he speaks up once again.

"You sure this is safe?"

You laughed at that question. "Of course not!" The beach seemed mesmerizing. Deep blue mixing with the pitch black the sky gave. You gave a shrug. "But it's my only chance.”

"Jason!” turning your head around, you see the boy you've been waiting for, Cameron. He gave you both a wave and motions you to follow him. As you take foot on the wooden planks, you look around and see all the boats that surrounded it. "So... “You squint your eyes, focusing on trying to find a clue on which one could be theirs. A few seconds in, you gave up. Deciding that it's best to just ask. "Which one's yours?"

"Oh- technically all of them. " he shrugs. "I mean- some of them belong specifically belong to my cousins or aunts and stuff... But in general, these are all the Eclipse family's boats. “Your jaw dropped at that. Now looking at the freckled boy in shock. He ignored your stare, caring more about finding the right boat.

He smiles and snaps his fingers. Gaining you and Jason's attention and pointing at the simple white boat to his right. "This one here is perfect.”  He walks up to it.

Putting all your luggage and getting to know the ropes of the whole thing. With one passed test drive, the two men get out of the boat. Jason looks at you and smiles. He gives you a weak punch to the shoulders. Making you huff and give him a punch back.

“be careful there, little gremlin." you huffed a laugh at that old nickname. Mentally blocking all the rush of memories your brain wanted to remind you of. You give a sheepish smile of your own. “I’ll try, gummy worms."

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You’ve been in the sea for a week. A whole, fucking dreadful, week.

The food and water you brought with you were close to running out. If you don't reach land at this point, you'll surely die right here. Either from starvation or drowning. Or oh god, who knows. Maybe a fucking shark will jump and kill you.

You rolled your eyes at that thought. Realizing that your brain is just messing at you at this point. Your phone was out of battery as well. So no use in finding a distraction for your worry and boredom now.

The sound of waves and birds were your only company. Your only friends in the never-ending blue. As you listened to the waves steady melody, you jolt as you feel a huge wave just suddenly move your boat a bit.

Worry set deep in your stomach. You gulped, feeling your throat become dryer by the second. Looking at the small GPS the boat was attached to, you feel your chess tightened as you read the location.

"What the actual fuck?!" you muttered. The monitor showing you reaching the Bermuda triangle. That was not where you wanted to go. Or even where Cameron told you to go either. You looked at the map he gave you once again. You thought you were hallucinating. Probably losing your mind. The map was moving on its own. Changing its own directions and making it seem like you need to go straight ahead.

 "How did I even- since when-" panic. Full fucking panic and confusion. You feel the wind suddenly getting harsher and waves only getting bigger. You try to calm your nerves down and immediately tried to change the direction of the boat.

Making half a circle than going straight forward to an opposite direction. You look at the GPS and try to find a place you could stop the boat on. Breaths became shorter as you see the GPS glitch out. Showing nothing but strange gibberish you couldn't understand. For a split second, you turn around and see a gigantic wave. Not even a blink or breath later, you felt water splash at you and everything you had.

After that, everything else was pitch black.

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The sun felt horribly hot on your face, the sand on the ground wasn't making it any better. A mix of voices with different pitches and tones ran through your head, but you couldn't process them. You gave a small grumble and furrowed your eyebrows. Suddenly, the blazing heat seemed to cool off a bit, as if something, or someone has came between you. The voices became louder, clearer. And as you opened your eyes, your vision could only comprehend colors. First one that stood out was the hot pink right in front of you. Then there was a shade of blue right beside it. Yellow, brown and red were the others behind them.

You winced and shook your head. Blinking once or twice to get your clear vision back. The voices were now comprehensible. "You okay there ma'am?"

That voice was seemed kind and a bit bossy. Determination laced all over it. You gave in a gulp you haven't realized you were holding back. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you could see the people.

You screamed.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. holy shit- oh god. ohh god. They’re not humans. They’re definitely not humans. Oh my god oh my god oh fuck. Is that their fur?  Their fur could be blue or pink? Or fucking red?!

The group seemed taken aback by your sudden unexpected reaction. The pink and blue one only flinched. The brown one seemed angry. Taking a protective stance and taking their boomerang out. The red and yellow one stepped back a little. One out of fear and the other out of the sudden screech.

You on the other hand, were losing your marbles. Deep breaths and a horrid look at the uh- the um- fuck what are their species called? Are they aliens? Some sort of high-tech robots for kids maybe?

You couldn't hear them at all. Not in the state you were in. the blue one seemed to be speaking. Crossing his arms and looking at you with boredom. The pink one looked at him with a scolding manner and seemed to say something that made everyone's posture soften. She looked back at you once again and crouched down to your sitting level on the sands. "Deep breaths now! Deep breaths!" she chirped. Taking a deep breath herself and exhaling it. Copying her actions, you took a few deep breaths and felt your brain calm down. Your posture softened up and your heart finally stopped its absolute crazy speed.

"There we go! I knew you could do it!" she parts your back. Acting like some sort of life coach. Giving a shaky sigh, you clear your throat and finally speak.

"U-uh...Hi." you gave an awkward wave. The group all gave a wave back. “So uh- who are you guys?"

The brown one, which now you were calm enough to guess she was some sort of badger, looked at you with suspicion. "Why should we tell you?! What are you gonna do?!" her eyes widened. "Are you going to know our names and tell the government?! You’re an agent aren't you?!" she takes a few steps back. She took another boomerang out and pointed at you threateningly. “Freeze, agent! One move and you're going to taste my boomerangs!"

In a loss for words, you looked back at the pink one, which you couldn't really guess any resemblance for yet, gave you a casual smile. “don’t worry. She’s actually pretty nice."  

The others seemed to be too occupied trying to calm the badger down. Giving a worried nod to the pink one, you still wanted the answer for your question.

She seemed to immediately realize what your expression meant. “I’m Amy Rose.” She points at the now calm, yet skeptical badger. “That’s Sticks.” She huffed and turned her head around. Amy points at the yellow, short one. “that’s Tails.” Looking at him a bit more, you realized that he seemed to look like a fox of some sort. The two tails being a big giveaway to you. He gives you a kind smile. You couldn’t help but give him a small, sheepish wave back.

Amy points at the red one. Another one you couldn’t really pin point an animal resemblance to. With that thought in your head, you guessed not all of them had something that looked familiar to you. Maybe they are aliens. “Knuckles.” Knuckles gave you a nod. Amy’s hand left to the last one. The blue with the brown scarf. Looking a bit closer at him, you notice the quills he had on his head and back. His shoulder were crossed and he looked at you with a confused stare.  “This one’s Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog.” 

“What’s your name?”

“Y/n. my name’s Y/n.” you look around the place. Eyes widening as you found your boat a few feet away. Completely destroyed. You stood up, legs almost giving up on you. Making you wiggle strangely a little until you finally stand. You wanted to sprint to your boat. Strangely enough, you noticed a zap of blue sprint through you and reach it. As it stopped, you noticed it was the hedgehog. A little taken aback by the sudden speed, you looked at him perplexed. He simply ignored your stare and looked at the boat instead. Hearing your footsteps stopping and finally reaching him. “This is your boat?”

You hum and nod. Looking at it devastated. Getting closer to the boat, you find your luggage a bit destroyed. Most of your things were lost at sea now. There was no doubt in that. Yet thankfully enough, your computer bag and the computer that lied within it was completely safe. You also had a few clothes that thankfully survived the whole chaos.

Looking at the shredded boat with dread. You stared at the whole wreck and started worrying. You were somewhere unknown, with anthropomorphic people and no boat to get back with. Heck, you’re not even sure if you can get back. Your frown deepens and you start fidgeting with your fingers. Trying to find a clear idea of what to do.

Sonic looks at you with sympathy. Turning back to the village a few feet away and then back at you, he turns back to Amy. Her expression matching his. Both gave a nod to each other and Sonic turns back to you. Putting a hand on your shoulder, he grabs your attention. He gives you a confident smile. “Let’s get you a home.”

#sonic #sonicthehedgehog #sonic x reader #sonic boom #amy rose #x reader #reader insert #female reader #knuckles the echidna #sticks the badger #tails #boom!sonic x reader #fanfiction #sorry if this is cringe I'm trying my best here

[feralandmoonstruck]

Falling In Love Will Kill You Pt 3

WC: 851

Tag List: @adie-dee @pheita @kainablue @jezifster @aschlindartroom

“Listen, I’m ready for you to take my soul or whatever, but if you let me stick around for a little longer, I could give you another hug in a bit.”

    He looked down at her, “I will grant you one more day, mortal.”

    She grinned and stepped back. “Hugs and brownies,” she whooped, “that’s not a terrible way to spend my last day al-” her celebration stopped mid-sentence, “Wait. I’m really going to have to go to bed knowing that I’m gonna die when I wake up. I don’t think I can sleep with that knowledge.”

    “We do not sleep, so if you would like I could keep you company.”

    “As long as I keep the hugs coming?”

    Caldizaar shrugged. “I will not force the hugging. I would like them in exchange for your final day, but you may choose the amount.”

    “Cal, this is turning out to be one seriously fucked up day.” She ran her hands over her face. “You want another brownie? Because if not I’m going to eat this whole fucking pan myself.”

    “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

    She chuckled, “It’s usually not considered a good thing. That much sugar is bound to make you sick. Well, it would make me sick at any rate. Sharing would be best I think."

Caldizaar rolled his eyes. "If you insist."

"Great! Thanks," she threw her arms around him again. She let go with a laugh, "Do you know how wild it is to hug a demon? Like. This is probably the weirdest thing I've ever done."

"I would think it's much like a demon hugging a mortal. These things just aren't done."

"Yeah, that's true. Guess we're both in new territory here."

"It would seem so."

"Hey, by the way, do you want wanna sit down? I have chairs. Or, wait. Will you burn my stuff if you sit down?"

Caldizaar looked at his feet, then back to the scorch marks trailing across the floors. "I'm not certain. That is another thing I've never done before."

She shrugged, "Well, I guess today is a day for new things. Besides, if I die tomorrow I don't have to worry about burned chairs. Wanna sit at the table or on the couch?"

Caldizaar looked at her with the face of a man defeated. Like he couldn’t believe he would be forced to say it, and yet, he could not resist. "What is a couch?"

She grinned at him, "Okay, we are definitely sitting on the couch. C'mon, it's way comfier than a chair." She grabbed the pan of brownies and breezed past him.

Caldizaar followed her into the living room. The door remained lodged in the wall, sagging at the top from a ripped hinge. She dropped herself onto a long cushioned surface and set the brownies on a table in front of her. He eased himself down next to her.

"Comfy, right?"

"I still do not know this word 'comfy' but this is pleasing to sit on. Why is it so soft?"

"The cushions make it nice and comfy. They're these squares of foam covered in cloth."

"So comfy means soft?"

"Not entirely. I mean, yes it does mean soft, to an extent. But it's also something that makes you feel happy and relaxed."

"So, hugs can be comfy?"

"I never really thought of it like that, but yeah, you could say that hugs are comfy."

"And brownies are also comfy?"

"I don't see why not. You want another one?"

"I suppose."

She cracked a smile, "You know you can just say 'yes', I promise I won't tell the other demons that you have had brownies and hugs."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm still not impressed with your mortal food, but I must relent that I do like the brownies."

"You can be 'not impressed' however long you want to. Brownies don't need approval to exist. They just do."

"Do they spring into creation whenever you wish?"

"No," she laughed, "they have to be made. No magic, remember?"

"So mortals can make things out of nothing?"

"Depends on what it is, I guess. Art usually begins in our minds and then we translate it into a physical form, but brownies are just made from ingredients like flour and cocoa and oil. Mix it all together, pop it in the oven for a while and when it's done you've got brownies."

"That still sounds like magic to me, mortal."

"It’s really not. Also, what's with all this 'mortal' stuff? I have a name."

"I don't usually have the opportunity to use a mortal's name. They've never been alive long enough for me to care."

"How do you know who to kill if you don’t know our names?"

"I know them, I've just never bothered to say them, Tam-a-ra."

She couldn’t help the laughter that burst from her chest. "It’s Tamara, or Mara for short. Really it's only my family that calls me Tamara."

"I would like another brownie,” he paused for a moment as if learning how to shape his mouth around the letters, “Mara.”

#falling in love will kill you #my writing

[euphoricfilter]

hi hi 🎀 how's it going 💭

i'm currently procrastinating on my school work .. love that for me lol. also so sorry i don't think i addressed this last ask !! but thanks on the compliment in regards my web development class stuff :3 *hugs* (honestly i'm not that smart .. if it wasn't for book n instructions, i wouldn't have a cLUE as to what the hell i'm doing 😭 lmao)

omggggg speaking of jimin- did u see the hardware teasers . did u SEE them?????????)$&1; this man is beautiful like gtfo

but yeah u said it perfectly honestly. it's refreshing to see them so relaxed n open with themselves and yes there still 'here' per say, but just knowing the inevitable after their promotions are done is the sucky n scary part yk :( but ofc i'm still going to enjoy our time together til 2025 💕 we're in this bangtan sonyeondan borahae business for life 💯🫶🫶🫶🫶😤💢

also random question but am i using my emojis right 😭 ??? ik ik dumb question but hEAR me out. do u ever feel like ur not updated with the times- like with jokes n stuff?? like idk sometimes i feel like i'm still stuck in 2019-20 stan twitter humor help idk &)/-)6/;(/7/@3)😭 and it's weird it's like i can understand the jokes but i can't make them or use them myself??? like ik how these emojis "🏃‍♀️🚶‍♀️" are used / implied when other ppl use them but when i attempt to use them i back out. i just feel like i'm using them wrong 😭😭 lmao. does this make any sense??? idk idk this so stupid, i'm stupid. don't mind me

oh wow i didn't how much when into baking brownie from scratch ! i'm so used to doing it by the box n calling it a day lol. but it definitely sounds interesting n fun tho, i might have to try it out someday. and also i think ur brownies still sounded super scrumptious (even more so with the strawberry milk) ! so still kudus n praise to u for seeing it through and ur baking smartness :3 🌸 like i sad before : it's ALWAYS a good time when talking sweets. y u h

yay glad to hear everything worked out !! i hope u have a fun and safe time :) and dw i'm sure you'll find something to do before then hehe*

also off topic, ik we said it's okay but srsly sorry all my asks are always so long n probably have a bunch of typos 😭 i can't shut up and it shows pls lol

- 🎀 anon

it’s definitely going

YES LITERALLY I WAS OUT WHEN IT DROPPED AND IN THE CAR ON THE WAY HOME AND I JUST 😟 HOLY SHIT JIMIN??????? my brother please have mercy on me??

wait no because i literally feel the same??? i have like my small bank of frequently used emojis because whenever i see other people use certain ones i just 🧍‍♀️don’t know if the context is right with what i’m saying? if it’s any help i sent 😭 to my mum before and she asked why i was crying 😭😭 so i think you’re doing okay babes

i don’t bake brownies very often and i still took the easy route using the microwave instead of the double boil method 😭 i think one day i’ll perfect them but until then i’m gonna stick with cakes i think, or banana bread— it’s way easier 🥲

i had a really good time!!! i feel like ass this morning though LMAO idk if it’s because i don’t usually stay out that late but i woke up and felt so dead. it was extremely liberating though just walking through my compound at the end of the night, at midnight alone when no one was outside listening to music. it felt quite healing. and it was really nice catching up with my friend 🫡

#ask #🎀 anon

[missymurphy1985]

The Mistake - Part 8 (Cillian Murphy X fem!reader)

Warning - someone's in for a shock....

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08

He'd held you all night, the cramps thankfully easing off around 2am, allowing you to get some sleep. His arms felt so right around you, sleep wasn't difficult.

The sunlight easing through your bedroom window woke you, and you nuzzled into his chest.

"Feeling any better?" He asked, kissing the top of your head.

"Achy."

"How about a bath?"

"No, just want to lie here... Do you have to be anywhere?"

"Not til midday. Meeting my brother for a pint."

"At midday?"

"Yep."

"You know those girls at the restaurant were taking photos, don't you? It'll be all over social media by now..."

"Do you mind that? Kinda thought this was official now, no point hiding it?"

"So we're official? You and me?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," he pulled you closer and kissed your lips. "I'd really like that."

He covered your face with kisses, making you laugh, before hulking out of bed with a groan, pulling his boxer shorts on and heading to the kitchen. You heard the coffee machine be turned on, and smiled.

Keep those brownie points coming Cills, you thought, pulling yourself up in bed.

Ouch...

That really came sharp.. must've twisted funny when you sat up...

Walking into your en suite, you sat on the toilet and emptied your bladder. But it wouldn't stop. A constant trickle after... Weird... Water infection. Must be. Or bladder infection perhaps...

He brought you that sanitary pad last night, where was it... By the bed.. fuck sake.

"Cillian!"

He came back through and saw you on the toilet, hiding a smirk.

"Didn't expect to see that so early on, y/n," he chuckled.

"Shut up and pass me that pad, will you? It's by the bed?"

He handed it to you, and stroked your cheek.

"Coffee's brewed," he called from the bedroom as he made the bed, "And I've got paracetamol ready, blanket on the sofa, Netflix ready to go. Hot water bottle refilled, and I've text Paddy cancelling our bro-date later."

"You don't have to do all this Cillian..."

"Already done. Told you I'd make it up to you, didn't I?"

A few hours went by, the cramps not getting any easier and you'd gone through seven sanitary pads from the fluid you were leaking.

"Cillian I think I need a doctor..."

"I'm on it - where's your phone?" You handed it to him and he called the local surgery, handily named as Docs in your phone. But they couldn't fit you in. After Cillian had described your symptoms over the last few hours you suddenly saw his face pale.

"Are you pregnant, y/n?"

"What? Don't be stupid!"

He carried on the conversation with the receptionist and thanked her.

"I'm taking you to hospital."

"Why? I'm fine Cill, I just need some antibiotics?"

"Doctors orders, she called through to your GP with your symptoms. Don't argue with me, and get in the car. We're going. Receptionist is calling them to let them know we're on our way."

You wanted to protest, but the cramps were taking your breath away. Your lower back felt like it had been kicked - this must be a kidney infection, that must be why you needed A&E.

"Any chance you could drive around the fucking speed bumps Cill?!" You snapped. Every bump felt like your pelvis was splitting in two.

"We're nearly there, I'll take it as gently as I can. Are you okay, what's happening?" He looked at you as you took a deep breath, holding your hand as you squeezed it tight.

"I keep getting these waves of pain in my back, and this pressure feeling like I need the toilet," you groaned as the pain subsided.

"Five minutes and we're there, okay? You're gonna be fine. Doc reckoned it's a severe kidney infection, you'll probably need to stay in y/n."

"Brilliant... Fuck this hurts Cill!!" You couldn't help but scream, clutching the dashboard of his Range Rover, bent over. His hand rubbing your back, and the Hospital in clear view in front of you and it honestly had never looked so fucking beautiful.

He parked up, and walked you slowly into A&E, having to stop every few minutes as another pain washed over you. You had never experienced pain like it.. you were convinced you were dying at this point.

"I've got you, come on, I've got you," he patiently walked you to the ladies on reception, who alerted a passing nurse to you - bent over in the walkway, screaming in agony, clutching your lower abdomen.

"Someone help her, please?!" You heard Cillian cry, and then nothing.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you were aware of a hand holding yours and lips pressed to them.

"Hey," Cillian's voice soothed into your ears, and his fingers brushed your cheeks.

You looked down at bands covering your abdomen, a circular device thing attached to it, and that was attached to a monitor to your left with a scratchy needle inside it.

"You don't have an infection y/n." His eyes were watering. His chin wobbling.

"Bit much for a kidney infection, Cill?"

"Then what's wrong with me?"

"Promise me you won't panic?"

"You're scaring me..."

"Y/n... you're in labour..."

#cillian murphy #cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian fanfic #cillian murphy x smut #cillian x smut #Cillian murphy x pregnant reader

[mageofseven]

The Undateables version! Here's the Brothers' post~

Also:

Not Obey Me related, but I recently found this picture and felt is was fitting lol

~

Diavolo:

His Queen had only been living with him for a few days at this point.

The couple had been dating for two years and the prince had finally decided to bring up the subject of MC moving in with him.

He had wanted to for a while now, but was a afraid to seem too pushy with his Sweetheart.

Plus, part of him worried that they wouldn't want to. After all, there's always something fun going on at House of Lamentation. In comparison, his castle is a quiet, cold place.

That only made the prince want his human to live with him even more though

So when the two discussed the idea and MC said yes, the man was overjoyed.

It's been three days since his Sweetheart moved in though and they seemed rather anxious.

This night, the prince had been working late and was finally ready to retreat to his room for the night, but upon seeing his bed empty and Queen missing, the man grew concerned.

Diavolo stopped his butler in the hall, who was also retreating for the night, to ask where MC was.

Barbatos had informed his lord that the human was in the kitchen, baking some sort of cookie-brownie hybrid treat.

Diavolo raised an eyebrow before thanking his friend and heading to the kitchen.

Just as the other demon said, MC was in the kitchen. The human sat on the floor in front of the stove, watching the treats bake.

"My Queen?"

The human jumped, but upon noticing it was their boyfriend, gave an anxious smile.

"Oh... hi Sweetie."

The prince sat on the floor next to the human, laying his hand on their leg.

"What's wrong? Why are you sitting on the floor at this time of night?"

The human didn't answer, just went back to staring at the stove and wrapping their arms around themselves.

The big demon pulled them into his arms, embracing his Sweetheart.

"MC, you know you can talk to me."

The human buried their face in his chest, breathing in their boyfriend's scent and letting themselves find peace from it.

"I just...please don't be upset..."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why would I be upset?"

The human sighed and explained it to their boyfriend.

When Diavolo had asked them if they wanted to move in with him, the human became anxious. They weren't really good with change and didn't wanna leave the Brothers, who had become family to them

But they also felt pressured to. Not by Diavolo, but by unspoken expectations. Wasn't two years a long time to date without moving in together? They didn't have anything to compare it to, but they assumed so.

They worried that by saying no, they'd be halting the progression of their relationship and acknowledged that even if they loved living at House of Lamentation that surely they couldn't do so forever.

MC agreed because it felt like it was inevitable that it would happen at some point.

For the first two nights, MC could push through because they got to cuddle their boyfriend as they fell asleep, but since he worked late tonight, MC became so unbearably lonely

And all they could think about was how if they still lived at House of Lamentation that they could have gone to Levi's room to play games or head to the kitchen with Beel and chat as he ate or be comforted by Asmo when gets back from a party or stop in to check up on Lucifer and bring him coffee

But they couldn't because they weren't there and that made the human incredibly anxious and sad.

The human knew it wasn't as if they'd never see the Brothers again, that it was just that they were restricted to the daytime

But their anxiety about the change was still enough to push the human into keeping busy, hence the baking.

The prince felt so guilty. He kissed his Queen's forehead.

"I'm so sorry, my Sweetheart. I did not know that this would be such a difficult adjustment for you."

"I...I didn't say anything so of course you didn't know. Please don't blame yourself."

Diavolo kept his human close and stroked their hair.

"What can I do for you? Would you...would rather move back in with Lucifer and his brothers?"

MC pulled back and gave a small smile to their boyfriend.

"You're too sweet." The human leaned in and kissed their boyfriend. "Dia...thank you. I want stay here with you though; I want to give this a chance because...I know if I can adapt that we're going to be so very happy."

Diavolo smiled back at his Sweetheart and pulled them back in for a tight hug

...then starting smelled something burning.

After handling the now charcoal-looking treats, the prince carried his Queen bridal style back to their room, loving his human so deeply and cherishing this time with them as they both fell asleep.

Barbatos:

MC was staying the night at the castle with him. It was the first time the two of them have ever slept in the same bed

And ever done some...others things.

Tonight was definitely a milestone for the couple.

After the nights activities, the two had fallen asleep.

At some point though, Barbatos woke up with a sudden gnawing feeling as if something was wrong

And glanced at the other side of the bed to find that the human was gone.

After getting dressed, the man wandered the castle in search of them and found MC in the kitchen.

"My Dear?" The butler stepped inside just in time to see them pull the pie out of the oven.

The human smiled nervously at him.

"Oh...hi." They looked away. "Sorry, I just...yeah."

Barbatos raised an eyebrow.

"Is there something on your mind?" He approached the human as they set the pie on the on the counter.

MC stared down into the pie.

"Barb...are you really okay with settling for me?"

The man pursed his lips and stared at them for a moment before laying his hand on their cheek.

"I am sorry I that ever made you believe such a thing was worth asking, my Pet. I assure you, 'settling' is not the case. Life has gifted me with you and I treasure you above all else."

"E...Even though I'm human?"

"MC, I have no issues with your race. You are a person, same as I, and a lovely one at that."

The human launched at the man, pulling him into a hug. Eyes wide, Barb started stroking their hair.

"Is this why you're out of bed and...baking in the middle of the night?"

"Mhmm." His Dear mumbled from against his chest. "I just...I couldn't sleep after...you know...and these thoughts filled my head and I just wanted to keep busy so I didn't have to focus on them."

"Do you regret it, my Dear? Did we move too fast?"

"No!" MC pushed back. "I was ready...I was so happy. I just...afterwards, it just felt kinda scary. You make me feel so incredibly loved and it's overwhelming since I don't feel as if I deserve it."

The human took his hand and squeezed it.

"I love you. This...this is just me. This is my issue and you help just by loving me despite it, okay?"

Barbatos leaned in and kissed their forehead.

"Alright, my Dear." He told them. "Now, is there anything you need?"

MC glanced at the pie then smiled shyly.

"...Wanna eat some cherry pie with me?"

He gave them a small smile in return.

"If that is what you wish, my Dear."

Solomon:

MC was spending the night at Purgatory Hall with their boyfriend.

It was around 1am when Solomon felt the other human slip out of bed.

Assuming they just needed to use the restroom, the man didn't think much of it and let himself drift back to sleep.

About an hour later, the man turned on his side and reached out to hold his little Minx to his chest, just to find the space next to him still empty.

The sorcerer frowned, not able to fall back asleep with MC unaccounted for.

He gave a sleepy groan before kicking off the blankets and rising from the bed, heading towards his door.

He found the other human in the kitchen with the counter covered with peanut butter cookies and a plate of their own with them at the table with a glass of milk.

"Little Minx, was this really necessary at 2am?" He asked, smiling at them in a mild amusement.

The other human jumped at his voice and accidentally dropped their cookie in their milk, causing a splash and small drops of milk to spill on the table.

MC pouted, causing their boyfriend to give a small chuckle.

The sorcerer took a seat next to them and grabbed a cookie for himself, taking a bite as he watched MC try to fish their own cookie out of their milk.

"Why are you awake?" MC asked him softly.

Solomon raised an eyebrow.

"I believe that's my question for you, little Minx."

Silence. MC stared down into their milk, giving up and letting the cookie somewhat float inside.

The man frowned.

"I cannot help if you don't talk to me, MC."

"W...What's going to happen to us?" MC started to fidget in their seat. "I mean...summer is coming and...the school year is ending..."

Solomon watched the other human, letting them continue since he could tell they were trying to find their words in order to continue.

"Are you...is there..." MC bit their lip. "Are we gonna be invited back next year as exchange students? If not...are we...can we still be together? Or do we have to...ya know..."

"Do you honestly think I'd break up with you if we couldn't attend RAD anymore?"

"....."

The man sighed and pulled his Minx into a hug.

"This relationship isn't just something to past the time during my stay here. If that was all it was, I wouldn't have dated you or anyone." He told them. "I'm with you because...it's simply what I want to do. There's something here with you that I never had with others. Something I don't think I could ever let go of."

"Really?"

"Really, little Minx." He smiled at them. "I may not be sure when or if we'll be invited back here, but that will not be a factor in our relationship. We'll simply be happy in the Human realm for a while."

He pulled them in and gave them a long, sweet kiss.

"Now, let's finish off a few cookies and get back to sleep, alright, little Minx?"

Simeon:

MC was spending the night at Purgatory Hall after a game night. Lucifer allowed it, thinking MC would sleep in the extra room in Purgatory Hall, the one that originally would have been theirs anyway if Diavolo hadn't decided that they were safer at House of Lamentation.

Of course, MC was actually in bed with their boyfriend; the other two housemates knew of their relationship at this point and wouldn't tell others their secret.

At some point during the night, Simeon jolted awake. Did he have a bad dream? The man honestly didn't know since whatever he might have dreamt faded quickly as he focused on his breathing and reached out for his Feather--to find that they were no longer laying next to him.

For whatever reason, he had this sickening feeling in him as if something was wrong. He rushed out of bed and went in search of the human.

He found them in the kitchen, asleep on the floor in front of the oven

Which had smoke coming out of it.

The angel ran over and picked up the human, waking them in the process as he sat them by the entry way and went back to deal with the small fire in the oven.

"S-Simeon?" The human called him, sleepy and confused.

With the fire out, the man sighed in relief and returned to his Lamb's side, lowering himself to the floor and pulling them into his arms.

"Oh, my Feather..." He said softly, not losening the embrace.

MC's sleepy brain had finally caught up with the situation.

"Oh my...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I swear!"

"You're okay." The man pulled back and eyed them up and down. "You are okay, yes?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Simeon pulled them back in and held them for a minute more before kissing their forehead.

"Now what were you doing, my Lamb? Why were you out of bed?"

"I was...baking."

"...MC, it's 2am."

The human looked away.

"I know..."

With a pained expression on their face, the human spoke of the bad anxiety they have been feeling as of late, how they were hoping that by staying the night here and sleeping by his side that such anxiety would dissipate, but all it actually did was remind them of all they are scared of.

This relationship...it's so delicate. They cannot openly be with each other without risking ruin. If the wrong person hears, if the Celestial realm even suspects it...everything could fall apart.

"I've just been scared of losing you and it's hard no being able to confide in Lucifer or Mammon or Beel or any of them like I usually do...so the anxiety I've been feeling just built up and I couldn't sleep so I decide get up and I eventually just thought I could bake a few cookies and just busy myself so I don't have to think about it, at least for the time being...but I guess I fell asleep anyway."

"My Feather...you should have told me." He wiped a tear from their cheek, one MC never knew had fallen till then. "I'm so sorry for the stress this has put on you."

"I couldn't...I...I'm scared. I was worried that if I told you how I felt, you'd leave me thinking it was best for me, but in reality, it would crush me."

"MC, I would never. This...you are everything to me. I love you so deeply that I simply wouldn't have the strength to do that."

"You promise?"

"I swear on my very soul that I will do all within my power to stay by your side."

The two stayed huddled together on the floor for awhile, taking comfort in the closeness.

"Well, this...ordeal explains my sudden consciousness earlier."

The angel explained his sudden jolt of panic as he searched for them in bed. When MC asked what he meant, the man continue.

"We seem to have an...unofficial covenant though I'm not quite sure how."

"What's a covenant?"

"It's...I suppose you could compare them to your pacts with the brothers. A covenant is the binding agreement with an angel and a human when they seek protection and Celestial blessings in their life, in exchange for them to serve and help the angel in the Celestial realm for a time after their death. It's to help humans while also serving as another way of expanding the Angelic population." He explained. "However, we have not made such a covenant nor could we if we wanted to...such an agreement cannot be made with those who have made pacts with demons. Still...somehow my soul is reacting to you as if we had made one."

The couple had more questions than answers about their lives together, but it was nothing they could solve that night.

The two talked for a while before Simeon picked his Lamb up and carried them back to bed.

The two fell asleep in an embrace, all worries still in place, but both still feeling that regardless of it all, where they truly belonged was right next to each other.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me mc

[settersprouts]

꒦ ikanaide : chapter three ! ꒦

病欠

. . : iwaizumi gets sick and doesn't tell oikawa. oikawa notices he's not at school and skips practice for the first time to take care of him.

or, iwaizumi doesn't like to take medicine and oikawa can cook.

sniffles. coughs. that's all that could be heard through the iwaizumi household at five am, the time hajime iwaizumi was supposed to be getting ready for school. hanako iwaizumi sighed, not ready to deal with a sick hajime. reluctantly making his way out of the bed he shared with aiya, he got a bucket, a couple of rags, and starting the trek to his son's room.

``hey-`` hanako started, but was interrupted by a coughing fit. ``hajime. how you feeling?``

his son smiled up at him grimly, wiping at the snot in his nose. ``like shit.``

``language.``

``sorry.``

hanako let out another sigh, wringing one of the rags out and placing the damp cloth on his forehead. ``symptoms?``

``cough, sneezing, my nose is runny- and my throat hurts,`` iwaizumi managed, his voice dry and scratchy.

``that bad, huh?`` hanako set the bucket down on the floor, pulling out his phone and thumbing at his screen. ``i'll text your coach and teachers to let them know you can't make it.``

iwaizumi nodded, letting out a small groan. his eyes suddenly flung wide open, and he sat up abruptly, scaring hanako a little. ``don't tell oikawa! he's going to try and skip school to take care of me, i'm sure.``

hanako chuckled, giving his son a little thumbs up and pushing him back down. ``i got it. i'll just let him figure it out himself.``

his son sighed in relief, letting his entire body relax. ``thanks, old man.``

``i'm not old. want some oatmeal?``

``that'd be great. thank you.``

a smile pulled at hanako's lips. ``alright, coming right up, kiddo.`` he made his way out of iwaizumi's room, leaving the door open so air could filter through.

``don't make it sweet! i hate it sweet!``

``i know that!``

hanako made his way into the kitchen, almost running into his wife. ``whoa- oh, good morning, love.``

``morning, hanako.`` aiya yawned, her face contorting into an expression of confusion. ``where's hajime? he should be getting his breakfast ready by now.``

``the kid's sick,`` hanako replied, kissing his wife on the cheek. ``i'm getting him some oatmeal for breakfast.``

aiya nodded, opening a drawer and pulling out a thermometer. she handed it to her husband. ``make sure to take his temperature, too. i want to know if i need to have a doctor over.``

hanako deadpanned, letting out a gruff laugh. ``babe, that's a meat thermometer.``

``oh, is it?`` she smiled apologetically, putting it back and switching it with the other thermometer. ``here, take this, then.``

he reached out to grab at the cool metal, letting it sit in his breast pocket as he got iwaizumi's oatmeal ready. ``can you go get him some cough medicine, or something for his throat? hajime says it's sore.``

his wife nodded, and padded over to the fridge, reaching above it to open the medicine cabinet. she sorted through bottles and bottles of over-the-counter medicine, before finally reaching the cough and sore-throat remedies. pouring a little bit into a plastic cup, aiya put the bottle back and closed the cabinet, placing the cup onto the tray with her son's water glass and oatmeal on it. ``there. have you called hajime's school, yet?``

hanako nodded. ``mhm. already done. hajime doesn't want oikawa-kun to know he's sick yet, so don't tell his mother. knowing her, she'll spill the beans somehow.``

aiya let out a soft laugh, covering her mouth as she did so. ``i understand. he'll probably want to skip school and tend to hajime all day.``

``that boy is something else.``

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

oikawa tapped his foot impatiently, standing at the intersection where he and iwaizumi usually meet up. they were supposed to get there early so oikawa could grab something from the convenience store- it was his nephew's birthday, after all, and he wanted to buy some red velvet cake mix.

he let out a sigh, pulling out his phone to check the messages he had with the ace.

› Messages with : Iwaizumi, Hajime

[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] go to sleep already, you idiot

[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] i know you're up watching volleyball matches

[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] it's late, get some rest or i'll hit you

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] yeah, yeah, got it iwa-chan ಠ_ಠ

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] you don't have to be so rude, you know

[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] and why r u so obsessed w hitting me ?

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[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] goodnight

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] goodnight, iwa-chan :D

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] morning, iwa (*ﾟｰﾟ)ゞ

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] where r u 人´∀｀) i'm @ the intersection

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] iwa we're gonna be late i need to go to the store φ(。。*)

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] iwa-chan i'm leaving you >:p

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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] im gonna kill you when i see you

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despite what the messages ensued, he still hadn't left without iwaizumi. he let out another sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. he really had to leave, but he didn't want the ace to be mad once he figured out oikawa had went on without him. oikawa inhaled through his nose, and out through his mouth. pushing aside the fear of a very angry iwaizumi showing up to first period with homicide on his mind.

the sun was rising and starting to shine brightly, slightly blinding oikawa as he glanced at the star. if iwaizumi were here, he would've already been geeking out about it to him, trying to annoy the vice. he wasn't really that obsessed with space and extraterrestrial life, oikawa just liked to annoy his best friends.

``hey, oikawa!`` the setter turned at his name being called, and was instantly greeted with someone running straight into him. arms wrapped around his torso in what he thought was a hug, but couldn't be sure, since all the wind was knocked out of him in the process. familiar tufts of pink-brown hair tickled his nose, and his lips pulled into a small, genuine smile. he wrapped his arms around the attacker's torso, too, breathing in the scent he considered a second home.

``hey, makki. morning.`` oikawa smiled, pulling away to see his friend's beaming face.

hanamaki linked arms with oikawa, pulling him along. ``c'mon, we're going to be late for class!``

oikawa looked down at his phone, checking the time. 06:19 AM, it read. ``makki, it's only six twenty. we have plenty of time.``

``but..`` makki groaned, making a big show of rolling his head back and exposing his neck to the sky. whether or not that was an impression of oikawa on one of his days, oikawa may never know. ``we can be early for once.``

``class doesn't start until seven thirty.`` oikawa sang, pulling away from makki's grip and dragging him along. ``plus, i gotta get something from the store for takeru's birthday.``

his companion made an 'o' shape with his mouth, succumbing to oikawa's charms and letting himself be lead to the nearest store. ``nice. what are you getting?``

``cake mix. red velvet.``

``red velvet? holy shit, can i come to the party?`` hanamaki gasped, giving his friend his full attention now. oikawa laughed, and nodded.

``yeah. i was planning on inviting you and mattsun anyways.`` he replied, scratching the back of his neck. ``iwa-chan gets a free pass, since my mom knows him.``

makki gasped in mock offense, holding his free hand to his heart. ``she knows me too! how come i don't get a free pass? does she not like me?``

oikawa shrugged. ``well, you're kind of.. how can i say this. um-`` he laughed nervously, ``-too energetic, for her taste?``

``this is atrocious. i even did her dishes for her, once.``

``key word, once.`` oikawa retorted, eyeing the store up ahead. ``oh hey, look, there's sakanoshita. think we'll find cake mix there?``

hanamaki shrugged.  ``probably. doesn't karasuno's coach work there?``

oikawa nodded. ``hopefully tobio-chan didn't stop by on his way to school. i think i might throw up if i see him.``

``how immature.``

the two of them made their way into the small store, muttering a little "pardon the intrusion!" to the staff, who turned out to be a short, older woman, not karasuno's coach. they both let out a sigh of relief- anything could've happened if it was ukai who was sitting in the little swivel chair behind the counter. possibly just them having to endure the shameless torments from the latter, but who knows.

oikawa and hanamaki glanced at the small signs labeling the aisles, quickly finding the one they were looking for and walked down to the middle, where all the cake mixes lay. the captain sifted through the red velvet mixes while the other eyed the brownie batter with starry eyes. oikawa skimmed the backs of four boxes he settled on, tossing them all into the little basket he had picked up as soon as they walked in. turning to his partner, he couldn't help but let the wide smile overcome his facial features. hanamaki was practically drooling at the pictures of the brownies on the boxes.

he padded over to the wing-spiker and picked up a box, tossing it into the basket as well and waltzed out of the aisle- hanamaki at his heels. ``whoa, are you seriously buying that for me?``

oikawa shook his head. ``for me. to make for you when you come over later.`` he stuck out his tongue at his partner, smiling at the laugh he was able to get out of him.

``sure, whatever you say.``

the captain turned to the lady at the desk, reading the nametag on her shirt. hana sakanoshita. ah. so she was the owner. sakanoshita smiled at him, taking the bag out of his hands and scanning the barcodes on the backs of the boxes. ``find everything okay, honey?``

``yep, great, thank you! could we also get two packs of that strawberry gum?`` he pointed, putting on one of his award-winning smiles. she seemed to melt at this and nodded, quickly bagging up his stuff and handing his credit card back.

``you have a good day, boys.`` she said, waving at them as they exited. the two smiled and waved back, turning towards aoba johsai and resuming their trek.

hanamaki checked his phone, letting out a sharp whistle. ``nice. we didn't take as long as i expected- we have fifteen minutes 'till first period.``

oikawa grinned. ``told you so.``

``yeah, yeah. oh- by the way, where's iwaizumi?`` hanamaki looked around as if he were looking for the teen, turning back to oikawa once he figured out he really wasn't there with them. ``he walks with you, right?``

the latter shrugged, pulling out his own gum pack and popping a strip into his mouth. ``dunno. he didn't show at the intersection where we meet up, so i just went along without him. he didn't answer any of my texts, either.``

``huh.`` hanamaki said, putting his index finger and thumb on his chin in a thinking pose. ``that's weird. maybe he overslept?``

``doubt it. the man sleeps with his phone on so loud, he'll wake up immediately as soon as he hears one of my texts. plus, he has like, fifty alarms back-to-back to wake him up.`` oikawa replied, shutting down makki's theory so fast, he didn't even see it coming.

makki sighed. ``ah. i see.`` he shook his head as to clear his mind of any stray thoughts, and extended his hand. ``i want some gum. hand it over, peasant.``

``yes, my lord.`` oikawa said jokingly, gracefully whipping out the pack of strawberry gum and placing it in his hands. he folded makki's fingers around it, never breaking eye contact with his teammate. ``here it is. do what you wish with it.``

the two snickered at their antics, slinging their arms around one another. ``we're so going to be late.``

``yeah, probably.``

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

``oh, yeah, we're so sorry ms. sato. we got stuck in traffic- there was an accident over by my house.`` makki sighed dramatically, shaking his head slightly. ``we would've gotten a late pass, but we didn't think we were going to be so late.``

ms. sato shook her head quickly, smiling at the teen. ``it's okay, hanamaki-kun. just try not to let this happen too much, okay?``

hanamaki nodded. ``yes, ma'am.`` oikawa mentally facepalmed at his antics, and the two walked to the back to sit down in their seats, next to matsukawa, who was struggling to keep a laugh in.

``jesus,`` matsukawa breathed, ``the amount of bullshit in that was immaculate.``

``right?`` he and hanamaki fistbumped, grinning widely like the idiots they were.

oikawa sighed, turning his head slightly to talk to iwaizumi, then stopping himself before he could say anything. iwaizumi's desk stood empty next to his own. the captain frowned, checking his phone for any recent texts from the ace. nothing popped up.

makki slung an arm over oikawa, concern lining his features. ``hey, what's up?``

``he still isn't here.`` he pointed to iwaizumi's desk, the frown growing by the minute. ``and he's not answering. makki, i'm worried.``

a head full of black, unruly hair obscured the view he had of his phone. matsukawa laughed, stepping back. ``so he didn't tell you guys?`` when hanamaki and oikawa looked at him with confused expressions, he chuckled, and continued. ``guys, he's sick. coach was talking about it with ms. sato this morning. if you got here earlier you would've known.``

the captain facepalmed. ``of course, that makes sense. why couldn't he have told me though?``

``dunno.`` mattsun ignored the small pout resting on his captain's lips, shoving at his shoulder a bit. ``lighten up. he probably didn't want you to skip school and take care of him.``

oikawa let out a puff of air. ``yeah, okay. you're probably right.`` he was about to continue but ms. sato had started class, and a comfortable silence fell upon them as they gave the woman their full attention. makki and mattsun glanced at oikawa, worry clearly etched on their faces. perhaps they shouldn't have told him what happened with his best friend.

``oikawa,`` ms. sato supplied, stalking over to his desk and setting two thick packets on the hard wood. ``here's iwaizumi-kun's work. i trust you'll be able to get this to him?``

the latter sighed, looking up towards his sensei with the fakest smile he could muster. ``yes, sato-san, i'll give this to him as soon as i see him.``

ms. sato smiled, patting the boy's head and walking back to the front of the class. ``alright, so, has anyone written down the notes on the board?``

oikawa glanced at the chalkboard, internally groaning as he noticed it was completely filled with notes. where the hell did she find the time to write all that?

he let out the fifth-hundredth sigh that day, picking up his pencil and getting to work. iwaizumi totally owed him.

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

``you want to, what?`` coach irihata stared at his pupil, shock painting his features. oikawa stood before him, fumbling with his practice clothes, a faint blush plastered over his cheeks and nose. ``you want to skip practice?``

``yes.`` oikawa nodded. ``it's only for today, so i can go home and take care of iwa-chan. he has a lot of work to catch up on,`` he added, holding up the many papers he had collected from his professors in each class, since his and iwaizumi's timestables were identical.

irihata stared at him some more, then shook his head quickly, smiling at him. ``alright. i don't see why not.``

oikawa brightened, clearly glad by the news. ``thank you so much! i promise i'll make it up to you!`` he chimed, switching his volleyball shoes for a pair of regular sneakers. ``all your meals this week, on me!``

``you don't have to- and he's out the door.`` irihata sighed, glancing at the now agape gym door. the warm afternoon breeze rushed in, leaving an unpleasant, humid feeling. mizoguchi came up behind him, watching oikawa sprint off into the distance. ``that boy is something else, isn't he?``

``definitely.`` mizoguchi laughed, walking forward to close the doors. ``iwaizumi's lucky to have a good friend like him.``

the older coach nodded. ``we're all glad to know him.``

dammit, someone's talking about me, oikawa thought, as he sneezed for the seventh time since leaving aoba johsai. he rubbed his nose, pissed off at the irritation of his sensitive organ. his legs already burned- he had sprinted all the way to the intersection, and was now leaning on a streetlamp, catching his breath. he probably should've put on his knee brace if he knew he was going to exert a little energy on running home, but he was in a rush.

pulling out his phone, he quickly navigated to his email, frowning at the lack of messages from his dear friend hajime iwaizumi. he hadn't read the texts either, so he probably was really exhausted. slipping the device back into his pocket, he started the rest of his trek home, popping another strip of gum into his mouth.

the grocery bag swinging on his arm contained all the contents oikawa thought iwaizumi would need : some cough and cold medicine, a couple of boxes of tissues, a mask for himself, disposable rags, and a heating pad. the materials cost him about ¥800 each, which wasn't that expensive.

finally, after what had seemed like forever, the captain had arrived at iwaizumi's house. there were no cars in the driveway, which meant his parents weren't home. what were they thinking, leaving poor iwa-chan alone while he's sick? oikawa frowned at this. what a silly idea.

he flipped up the doormat, grabbing the key that was strategically placed underneath and unlocked the door. pushing it open, he let out a little ``yahoo~ anyone home?`` to let iwaizumi know he was there. he wasn't expecting a reaction, so seeing iwaizumi come downstairs to greet him kind of scared him out of his wits a little bit.

``jesus! iwa-chan, can't you warn a dude first?`` oikawa panted, placing a hand over his heart. the ace deadpanned, walking over and snatching the bags out of his hands.

``what the hell do you think you're doing here? i'm sick, go home.`` he retorted, his eyebrows furrowing so much, they looked like they were attached to his eyes. he sifted through the bag, pausing once he realized what the plastic bag contained. ``what is this?``

oikawa rolled his eyes, taking the bag back and setting its' contents on the kitchen counter. ``it's for you. you're sick, so i decided to skip practice to come here and take care of you, and to reteach everything that you missed today.`` he replied nonchalantly, shoving iwaizumi towards the direction of his bedroom. ``go back to bed, i'll cook you some lunch, since i'm sure you didn't eat yet.``

iwaizumi didn't reply, because (a) he was right. and (b) he was shocked that the toorū oikawa skipped volleyball practice for him.

``anyways,`` oikawa said, opening his fridge and scanning its' contents. ``how do you feel about egg?``

``i can eat it. i don't feel nauseous or anything,`` iwa replied, sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen counter. ``and wait- you're going to cook?``

the setter turned around, tying an apron around his waist. ``yeah?``

iwaizumi blinked, shaking his head and leaning down on his forearms. ``nothing. continue. don't burn down my kitchen.``

oikawa grinned, having just been granted permission to make his best friend's food. ``alright! on it, iwa-chan!``

``shut up and start cooking.``

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

``you have to take it, iwa-chan!``

``NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!`` iwaizumi jumped onto his couch, holding a fork towards oikawa like a weapon. ``GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME.``

oikawa let out yet another sigh. ``jeez, if i knew you were going to be this bratty about taking your medicine, i wouldn't have came.`` he took another dangerous step towards iwaizumi, holding out a glass of water and a small cup of liquid cough medicine. ``iwa-chan, if you don't take this, you'll never get better.``

``so? that thing's disgusting.`` iwaizumi fake-retched, the look of disgust on his face almost believable. he should've taken the drama course at school.

another step. ``you seem to have forgotten that i have a kid nephew, who i always got to take his medicine, no matter how big of a tantrum he threw about it.`` another step. ``you're acting like a toddler. just take your medicine and get better.``

``assikawa, if you so as much take one more goddamn step towards me, i'll kill you.`` iwaizumi growled, clenching the fork tighter. of course he wouldn't kill him, he'd just said that to frighten him. somehow, oikawa didn't seemed phased, and took another step.

``hajime iwaizumi. if you don't come down off that couch and take your medicine right now, so help me god, i will bring my mother here and she will be furious when she realizes how much of a tantrum you're putting up right now.`` the setter mused, shaking the glass of water like he was calling him towards him, like a dog. iwaizumi gulped. the aura surrounding oikawa was downright terrifying. his eyes seemed almost lifeless, and it scared the wits out of him. ``on the count of three. if you haven't taken the medicine by then, i'm calling her. one.``

iwaizumi flinched, backing up slightly. could he make it out the front door without oikawa catching him? probably not. his legs were longer, so he'd cover more ground easily.

``two.``

how bad would the punishment be if he just didn't take the medicine? it's not like oikawa would actually call his mother, he wouldn't do that. right?

``three-``

``okay!`` iwaizumi jumped off the couch, grabbing the medicine and pouring it down his throat. he made a face of disgust, snatching the glass of water out of his hand and gulping that down too. he shuddered, trying to force himself to keep the atrocious liquid down. ``there. happy?``

``very.`` oikawa grinned, patting iwaizumi's head. ``good job.``

the ace burned with pride at the praise, letting oikawa's nimble fingers tread through his hair. ``thanks for coming over.``

``of course.`` his friend replied, giving the shorter a warm hug. ``don't mention it. i'll skip practice for you every time.``

``you better not.``

oikawa smiled. ``no promises.``

─── sick day.

chapter 4 !

#oikawa tooru #sickfic #sickness #iwa's sick #iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi #iwaoi fluff

[niawritess]

The Lovestruck~Chapter 4

{28 November}

8:12 am

"Potato!"

Daniel shouted as soon as he opened the door of your room and saw your sleeping figure, you were lying on your stomach with one arm above your head while other was hanging down by the edge of the bed.

"Potato wake up!" Daniel shook you and you raised your head a little.

"What? Where am i?" You mumbled and dropped your head again before rolling on your side and covered your face with blanket.

"Get up! Make me breakfast!" He pulled down the blanket from your face and you groaned as light from the window hit your face.

"Why did you wake up so early? It's sunday, let me sleep." You mumbled pulling your blanket to your face.

"No! I'm hungry! Make me breakfast then you can sleep the whole day." He made you sit on the bed while your eyes still close and your hair all over your face.

"Woah! Did conjuring ghost possesed you or what?" He snickered looking at you and you shot him a glare as soon as you opened your eyes.

"Yeah, because he wants me to kill you." You snapped, flipping your hair up before you grabbed a pillow and threw it in his direction but he caught it.

You huffed and got out of the bed before pushing him out of your room and you followed him behind while shooting him daggers with your eyes for ruining your peacful sleep.

*

You threw yourself on your bed after making the breakfast before closing your eyes to sleep but your phone buzzed.

"Who is it again?" You groaned rolling on your side before reaching out as you took your phone from side table and checked the caller ID.

"Oh, it's my bestie." You put the phone close to your ear as you answered. "Hello?"

"Yah! Are you awake?" She yelled and you flinched, pulling away the phone from your ear but then put it back again.

"Why are yelling in the morning?" You grunted.

"I called to remind you that i'll pick you up at 10 am sharp." She stated and you could hear her walking back and forth.

You frowned. "Why? Where are we going?"

She let out a exhasperated sigh. "Don't tell me Y/n you forgot! Today is basketball game."

You sat up as you recalled. "Oh, yeah yeah but why are you in a hurry? we still have like," You trailed off to look at the clock. "2 hours."

"Yeah, but i can't choose any outfit, i'm confused!" She whined and you shook your head. "We're not going to a party, we're going to watch basketball game."

"You're so not fun y/n! Anyway i think i chose my outfit, so i'm gonna take a shower and you get out of the bed already!" She ordered and you smiled at your bestie who knows you so well even without seeing you.

"Okay!" You replied and she hang up.

It was 9:40 when were done with your dressing and walked towards the dressing table.

You looked at yourself in the mirror after you got ready, wearing jeans paired up with white shirt and denim jacket over it while your hair in a high ponytail making you smile in satisfication as you took your phone and went downstairs.

"Ooh, look who is ready." You heard Ria's voice from living room as soon as you came down. "When did you arrived?"

"Just now." She answered and you looked at her outfit resembling yours, she was wearing a black shirt and jeans with denim jacket over it.

You chuckled. "Really?"

"Twinning." She giggled.

"What are you two supposed to be?" Daniel asked giving you both weird look.

"Besties." Ria wrapped her arm around your neck and you nodded smiling proudly while daniel shudder in cringe.

"Where are you two going?" He asked.

"We're going college, today is basketball game and our seniors are gonna ace it again." She cheered.

"Oh is Baekhyun hyung going to play?" He asked and you both nodded.

"Can i go too?" He stood up looking at you both pleading eyes.

"Uh-uh." Ria shook her head. "We don't have enough tickets."

"Then let me come with you and potato doesn't even watch games, it'll be waste of money." He said and you smacked his arm.

"Yah! It's Noona for you!" You glared at him. "Are you really my brother? Why do you like him so much?"

"He's cool." He grinned and you rolled your eyes while Ria groaned. "Don't start your bickering now! We're gonna get late."

"Sorry Dan but not this time." Ria patted his arm and he plopped on the couch sulking.

"Let's go." She looked at you and you nodded before glancing at daniel.

"Stop sulking, i'll buy your favorite walnut brownie." You said and his corner of lips turned up making you chuckle. "Look after the home and don't open the door unless it's me, okay?"

He nodded before you and Ria went out as she giggled."You brother and sister are really made for eachother."

You laughed and looked ahead. "Hm? Scooty?"

"Yep, now get on." She handed you helmet and wore hers before you both drove off.

***

You both reached your college where some girls were running towards the court as the game was going to start and Ria didn't wanted to lose the entry of the Seniors.

"Come on! We'll be late!" Ria jogged towards the basketball court and you followed behind.

As you both reached, going inside you sat on the third row of bleachers and looked around to see the whole area filled with almost girls as usual since everyone was waiting for this game.

"Here." You handed a juice bottle to ria and she took it with a frown.

"When did you bought this?" She asked, as she opened the bottle cap.

"When you were doing your business." You replied, taking a sip from your juice.

"Hang on, you left me when i was inside?" She questioned in a chidding tone and you nodded. "But I came back before you were out."

"Fine, i'll let you off this time." She crossed her arms to her chest.

"Oh thank you so much, I was so scared." You pretended to shudder and she rolled her eyes.

Then all of a sudden, crowd started cheering loudly and then you followed their gaze to see the Boys entering one by one in their jerseys.

You spotted Baekhyun, his jersey number was 04, his hair were down and a band on his wrist. Then you saw Rowoon in jersey number 13, you couldn't recognize your other Seniors since you've never seen them but just heard their name and that was thanks to your bestie.

"Y/n, that's Chanyeol Sunbae and the captain of the team." Ria whispered in your ear pointing at the guy in jersey number 61 and you nodded.

The boys were discussing and then they all stood in their position before Chanyeol and other guy from the other team stood across eachother before the refree blew his whistle and threw the ball up in the air.

The game started and it was getting tempted since both teams were playing so well that others couldn't even predict that who's going to win.

Your eyes followed Baekhyun, he was so concentrated in the game and you couldn't help but notice his serious expressions that you've never seen before because he's always smiling whenever you both talk.

As of now, the other team was leading by one point and the refree blew his whistle again where they halted on their positon before going to their seats as they got ten-minute break.

"Boys! Let's focus more!" Chanyeol spoke as they all sat on their seats and others nodded

.

Rowoon was drinking his water while roaming his eyes around the court, spotted a familiar face. "Y/n is here too?"

Baekhyun who was talking to chanyeol, turned his head towards Rowoon as he heard your name and following his gaze he spotted in the sitting area with your friend.

His brows knitted in confusion as how you are here and how Rowoon knows you before frowning as he looked at him. "You know her?"

He nodded. "Yes, we have a class together."

"Class together? She studies in this college?" Baekhyun asked in a surprise tone.

"Yes, but Sunbae, do you know her?" Rowoon asked and looked at Baekhyun who was lost in his thoughts and decided not to say anything.

"Baekhyun?" Chanyeol called him and shook him and he snapped out.

"Come on, let's break it!" He smirked and Baekhyun nodded before they did a high fived.

"What's gonna happen now?" You asked ria as the team was tied now.

"Don't worry, they're gonna break it." Ria replied smiling smugly.

The game got more interesting and everything was happening in a swift. As of now chanyeol's team was leading by 4 points and it seemed that the game was about to end.

Jongin who had ball in his hand and the other team's guy was blocking him from getting away but Jongin had another thing in his mind as he smirked and made a move tricking the guy where he quickly passed the ball to Sehun.

Taking the ball, Sehun made his way to the basket as he looked at his members where they exchanged looks before he passed the ball to Baekhyun and he passed it to chanyeol who was close to the basket. Getting the ball, chanyeol jumped and threw it in basket and it went in.

"We won!" Everyone one shouted as they jogged towards eachother and did a group hug before the crowd cheered loudly while clapping and so did you.

Your phone buzzed, pulling it out to see the caller ID, it was Daniel. Since it was loud inside, you went out and signaled Ria to go with you as she followed.

"Boys me too!"

The boys pulled away to see their coach running towards them and they did a group hug again.

"Let's go BBQ!" Chanyeol yelled.

"Junmyeon hyung's treat!" Jongdae shouted.

Why it's me again?" Junmyeon who confusingly pulled away.

"Because you're rich." Baekhyun said making everyone laugh.

"It's okay Junmyeon-ah, we'll split the bill." His coach wounded his arm around his shoulder while they were going to their locker room laughing.

Baekhyun looked back at the bleachers as everyone was leaving but he couldn't find you so he just went out.

"What was Dan saying?" Ria asked as you both walked to her scooty.

"Potato don't forget my brownie." You mimicked him and she laughed while siting on the scooty.

He's still on that?" She gave you the helmet before wearing hers.

"That's how he is." You wore the helmet and sat behind her and you both drove off to bakery shop.

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8:29 pm

"Cheers!"

The boys with their coach were gathered at the restaurant, celebrating their victory. They went straight to their home and rested including Baekhyun since he didn't had to go to the cafe today.

They sat down on their chairs while eating as Kyungsoo was the incharge of cooking as usual which his coach and some of his juniors helping him.

"It was an intense game!" Chanyeol spoke as he took a sip of his drink and Jongin nodded. "Right! It was more intense than last year."

"But how the game was going, i thought we would win by 2 or 3 points but we won by 6 points." Sehun joined in.

"But either way, we won!" Jongdae cheered loudly and took a bite of his chicken stick.

Baekhyun who took a sip of his soda as he doesn't drink and upon hearing about basketball game, you popped up in his mind, where he saw you today. He was wondering, how come he never saw you and why you never told him.

"Baekhyun-ah!" Junmyeon called him but he didn't listened and he called him again making him Baekhyun snapp out.

"What are you thinking about?" Junmyeon asked him but before Baekhyun could say anything Jongdae snickered. "His love life."

"What? Is it true?" His coach teased him and Baekhyun rolled his eyes.

"What are you talking about?!" Baekhyun whined and took a bite from his chicken stick while others laughed.

"Why? You even visited your home suddenly, isn't because of her?" Chanyeol looked at him with raised eyebrows and Baekhyun just stared at him as he couldn't utter a word since he did go there after listening to your words.

"See!" Chanyeol smiled mischeviously at his friend and Baekhyun narrowed his eyes at him.

"Still, there's nothing like what you're all thinking." Baekhyun stated, taking a sip again.

"So there is a girl!" Sehun exclaimed.

"Woah!" Everyone cheered and baekhyun just facepalmed.

"Stop it!" He yelled and everyone stopped, then looked at him before bursting out in laughter again and Baekhyun just shook his head as he knows his friends won't leave him alone that easily.

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Serafina and The Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: Chapter One

I forgot that the book takes place in 1899 for some reason, but regardless I'm very eager to see how that's handled (since I read it when I was much younger, I doubt I would have picked up on that). but I mean that's just fascinating given the history of the civil war (Cornelius Vanderbilt was a union man--not in it himself, but donated a giant steamship worth about 1 million USD). Also fun fact: George Vanderbilt paid his staff New York wages, which were higher than Asheville wages-- up to the equivalent of $73-ish dollars for the highest working members.

sera and her pa are adorable! little serafina not wanting to eat her veggies is my favorite thing & in a modern au he would definitely be the kinda guy to mix spinach into her brownies to try and trick her into eating vegetables

also serafina first line: "Did." do with that what you will

can serafina get rabies? she says she's been bitten by rats before...

love the sprinkling of 1890s southern dialect lmao

SHE'S THE CRC!

I forgot how good the imagery in this book is!! the descriptions of sounds and nature are incredible!!

mr Vanderbilt has over 22 THOUSAND BOOKS that's the kinda life goal I aspire to

serafina made up stories after reading she's just like me for

au where serafina is a PI & part-time novelist perchance?? (Braeden is a vet ofc)

Sera's pa: if anybody ever asks you who you are or where you're from, you don't answer, got it?

Sera: got it

Sera, the second she meets Braeden: hi I'm serafina here's my social security number

OH BRAEDEN FIRST DESCRIPTION WHAT "... or she'd see their twelve-year-old nephew riding his horse across the grounds, with his sleek black dog running alongside." (p. 12)

"Sometimes she dreamed of wearing fancy dresses and ribbons in her hair and shiny shoes on her feet" props to Robert Beatty for not making her have internalized misogyny and hating "girlie" things. the main fight scene is done in a dress if I recall and I'm so ready to read it

she mentions Braeden a lot (calls him "the young master" or "the nephew" but still, good foreshadowing)

awww poor sera wants a real family but also loves her pa *sigh* EMOTIONAL CONFLICT

sera describing the basement as "hers"!!!

the butler's 11 year old assistant gobbling cookies in the middle of the night is so real im sorry. but also sera standing in the shadow watching him & pretending they're friends chatting is gonna make me cry

oooh the rats and bugs all fleeing from cracks in the walls when the man in the black cloak arrives!!!

mr Thorne first line: "Don't worry. We're going right in here..." creepy lil shit

"her legs felt like explosions of speed" idk why but that line made me laugh. the book is so well-written but for some reason that line just feels very, idk, childish? it kinda took me out of the experience but maybe that's just me

"friends had to help friends. she didn't know much about life, but she knew that." she doesn't even know the girl but considers them friends and wants to help her. serafina seems to think Braeden is kinder than she is, but honestly I don't think that's true. I think Braeden is more willing to trust people, but serafina is more willing to sympathize with them, & I think she has preconceptions of people in power being bad (mr v, mr Thorne-- though the latter turned out to be true--rowena, etc) which turns out false

"A tall man in a black cloak and hood, his hands stained with blood" we have our first Mr Thorne description folks!!

"Just stay still, and this will all be over," he said, pulling her toward him. Serafina suddenly realized she'd made a dreadful mistake. This was far more than she could handle." oh god the places my mind instantly went to? dark, awful places. this book is disturbing and I'm inly 19 pages in-- how did I read this so gleefully as a kid?

Overall: I love this!!! perfect first chapter 10/10! very eager to read chapter 2!

#serafina series #serafina x braeden #serafina and the splintered heart #serafina and the twisted staff #serafina and the black cloak #serafina and the seven stars #I KNOW I've read serafina and the seven stars but for some reason I remember none of it. which is the point of the whole-series reread #so we'll see how it goes! #off to a good start so far #rowena fox pemberton #braeden vanderbilt #waysa #serafina and the black cloak reread

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Spidey Senses (pt. 6)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Having to keep up a lie is hard for Peter when you're trying to help him.

Word Count: 3366

Chapter 1 • Chapter 5

"What do you mean finally?! This is bad. Really, really bad Ned. I shouldn't be thinking about her like that!"

"Dude, it's your feelings. You're gonna feel whatever way you do. You can't control that stuff."

"But this could ruin our friendship. I don't want that." Peter whined over the phone as he put his hand over his eyes, laying on his bed.

"Or~ maybe this could all work and you could score a girlfriend." Ned suggested, amusement laced in his voice. "I mean, I didn't want to be the first one to say this, but..."

"What?"

"Let's just put it this way. She's always had a cute heart. Over time, her heart got cuter and went straight to making her face kinda hot."

"Ned." Peter frustratedly said.

Ned gave him a goofy laugh. "You sound like your getting jealous or something."

Peter quickly sat up. "Do you think that'll happen?"

"Probably." He said nonchalantly. "All seriousness Peter, you should go for it. I always thought you two would be good together. There's just something there, trust me. And hey, you two could be the amazing spider couple. That'd be awesome."

"Spider couple." He smiled and laid back down. "You think people would make that, like, a ship name for us?"

"Dude, you could have a super girlfriend. How awesome does that sound?!"

Peter let out a chuckle. "That does sound pretty cool. Okay, thanks for the therapy session. Night Ned."

"No problem. Night." And with that Peter stayed up to think about you some more.

The next week at school went horribly. All Peter wanted to do was spend more time with you, but you kept pushing him towards Liz at gym class and in Mathletes. He felt so jealous whenever he saw you goofing off with Ned. You were a very touchy person, and every warm hug to Ned felt like Peter's arms were getting colder.

When Liz was finally busy, he went over to you and sat a little closer to you than usual. "Hey Peter." You greeted brightly. "Any progress?"

"On what?" He asked dumbly.

"Liz." You said quietly.

"Oh!" He voice cracked and cleared his throat. "Oh. Um, not really. I think I'm done for the day."

"Aw, Peter!" You rubbed his arm. "You shouldn't give up on stuff that's important to you."

He sighed, glancing at Ned's confused face. "Can't I just spend the rest of the day with you?"

You smiled and nodded, patting his cheek gently. Peter's phone buzzed and it was a text message from Ned.

Not Guy in the Chair: Why didn't you tell her how you feel?

He glanced at you working on your notes.

SM: I don't want things to be weird.

Not Guy in the Chair: The truth will set you free 🕊️🕊️

SM: Shhhh

You then took out left over brownies for Peter. He gladly took one as Flash came over, taking one out of the container as well. "Hey babe."

"Don't touch my stuff and never call me that." You closed your container and put it in your backpack. "What do you want Flash?"

"Just making sure you got a hot outfit for the party. Finally gonna show some skin?"

"I do have a costume. Peter was with me when I got it too. We had a lot of fun." Peter looked at you and smiled.

Flash then rolled his eyes. "Really? How could anyone ever have fun with Penis Parker?"

"Well we do." You tugged each boy at your side into a side hug. "Do you have a special trio that would do anything for you?"

He nervously scoffed. "I have more than two friends. Does every friend seem special to you when you're not popular?"

"If you called one of your friends in the middle of the night and told them to come over cause you're sad, would any of them do it?" He was silent as he looked down. "That's a special friend. Now goodbye."

"Y'know—"

"Good. Bye." You pressed, frowning.

"I—"

"Dude," MJ interrupted. "Know when you've been beat. Walk away."

He then did so, stomping away. You smiled and looked over to MJ. "Why do we not talk to each other?"

"Cause you're a loser." She said, matter-of-factly.

Though Ned and Peter have her a confused frown, your smile only widened. "What are you?"

"Friendless."

"Not anymore!" You exclaimed. The teacher then announced that the club session just ended. "We'll see you at lunch tomorrow then."

She stared at you for a moment. "...Okay, I guess. Bye." You could tell that she held back a smile as you excitedly waved at her before packing up.

You and Peter were walking home, when he asked about MJ. "I don't know." You said, shrugging. "I just feel like she's cool. My spidey senses can feel it."

"You say that about everything." He laughed.

"Because I'm always right about everything. It's a given." He chuckled again. "C'mon, don't you ever have intensified feelings about some things or people?"

He awkwardly smiled and nodded, looking away from you. "More than I should." He mumbled.

"Hm?"

"I said I should hope so."

"Well then, see? I'm right again." You grinned.

"Did your spidey senses feel that too?"

"Yup." You both chuckled.

Over the next few days MJ began to directly hang out with you and the boys, and she said that she would be going to the party as well. "I don't believe in stereotyping geeks out of parties, which is why I'm supporting you guys tomorrow." She explained with an almost unnoticeable smile.

"So generous." You teased back, Ned and Peter smiling as well. "What'll you be going as?"

"Oh, I'll be going as part of the impartial generation of today." She gave a sly smile.

"Nice, nice." You nodded contently before Flash came up to your table again. "Holy crap man, are you sure you even have friends? Why do you keep bugging me?"

"Just wanted to see what the new member of the Penis Parker group was like." He then nodded to Mj, to which she didn't respond. He then rudely waved his hand over her face. "Hello?"

She backed her face up as you smacked his hand away. "Leave her alone."

"What? This is probably the most exciting thing to happen to her. It's not like you guys have interesting lives." You and Peter looked at each other. "I'm guessing that's a no?"

"Well Peter and y/n know Spiderman and Spidergirl!" Ned blurted out.

Flash then did a breathy, wheezing laugh. "Are you kidding me? How would they know them?"

"The Stark Internship!"

"Ned, stop talking." You mumbled. Ned nodded and put his head down. "We met them a few times, so we don't really know them or anything, and even if we did were aren't supposed to talk about it."

"Well Peter," he ignored you. "If you're actually cool then why don't you invite them the the party?"

"Cause we wouldn't want to waste their time by having them go to some fanboy's party." You argued, knowing Peter would choke up if he answered.

Flash shrugged it off. "That's what I thought." He said as he left.

The next day you were talking to Linda while in your costume with your mini backpack slung over your shoulder. She was telling you about the job interview she's getting and how she's saving up the money from Tony's watch to rent an apartment in the building you live it. "I'm so happy right now Linda! You could totally be one of those super nosey neighbors, and I would pretend to be okay with it!"

"That would be a dream come true." She said as you both turned your heads to see Peter coming, also dressed up. "Just a few years older, and I would totally go for that."

You sighed. "You're such a creeper Linda."

"And you should loosen up and be more of a creeper." You gave her a look, and she only shrugged. "Just saying. Press on and go for it."

"Hey guys." Peter greeted with a smile. "Everything okay?"

"Yup!" You hopped off the steps you were sitting on. "Let's go."

"Okay. Bye Linda." Peter politely waved.

"Don't acknowledge her Peter, it makes her weirder."

"Don't be jealous that I'm more fun." She called out, smiling.

Peter chuckled and tried to put his hands in his pockets, only for his hands to slip from there being none. He didn't know what to do with his free hand that wasn't carrying the shield. He probably looked so awkward in front of you right now. This was so nerve wracking.

"Peter calm down." You suddenly said, causing him to jump a little. "It's my first party too, but we got each other. And we know Ned's gonna be there to be a dork, and Mj will be there to remind us how stupid we look. It'll be great."

He nervously laughed, scratching his head. "Yeah, I guess." He then became nervous just thinking about what would happen if you discovered this crush, especially at the party with Flash. "Y/n, what do you see in men?"

The question was unexpected, and your face felt like it was in flames. "What would you ask that?"

"Just wondering. I don't think I've ever seen you flirt with someone." He mentally sighed at the save.

"Mm, I guess he has to be nice, for starters. I'd want him to make me laugh, and care about me. I don't know, that's really it."

"Really? Only that?"

"Yeah?"

"Nothing with looks, or..."

"Peter!" You lightly smacked his arm and giggled. "You know I don't care about that stuff."

"You care about your own looks." He said quietly.

"That's different though." You grinned and tugged on his wrist. "We're here. C'mon."

Ned was waiting on the steps, looking up at you two in major relief. "Guys, tell me you brought the suits."

You both nodded. "Our suits aren't party tricks." You said. "This feels way too wrong."

"Yeah, I'm with y/n. Those suits are worth way too much to use for something like this." Peter added.

"Only for a few minutes. This is our chance for Flash to stop messing with us." Ned whined.

You huffed. "Okay, but only if Flash is being extra annoying."

The three of you walked inside and saw Flash trying to be a DJ, playing some basic techno music. He saw the three of you, and brought out his mic. "Hey Penis Parker, where's your superhero friends? That's not Spiderman, that's Ned in a onesie."

People began laughing, and you pursed your lips. "I'll be right back."

You left and went behind a building, opening your backpack and quickly changing into your hero outfit. You took a deep breath, and was about to swing in when you got a call from Peter.

"Dude, tell me she's doing it." You could hear Ned say.

"I don't know, I'm gonna ask her. Y/n?"

"Yeah?" You laughed out.

"Did you really put it on?"

"Yeah. Are you gonna join me or do you just want me to do it?"

"This doesn't feel right."

"Peter doesn't know what he's saying." Ned called out in a child-like tone.

"Ned's being mean to me." Peter responded in the same tone.

You giggled. "Look guys, I don't feel great about it, but Flash needs to be knocked down a peg. It hurts to see him treat you guys like crap. This is just gonna be a one time thing, right?"

"Right." Peter confirmed.

Ned remained silent, but Peter nudged him. He huffed. "Right."

"Okay, I'll be down in a bit." You then ended the call.

"So, I've been meaning to ask," Ned said. "But why does y/n still think you like Liz? I thought you were gonna tell her yesterday."

"I didn't know how to tell her the truth! I panicked!"

"You're hopeless." Mj said as she walked up to the two boys. "What happened to y/n?"

"She went to go get Spidergirl." Ned nodded for way to long as he said this.

"Wait," She looked genuinely surprised. "So you guys, like, actually know the Spider heros?"

"What was that?" Flash asked over his mic. "Is Penis Parker actually going to bring Spiderman and Spidergirl here?"

"Actually, um, Spiderman couldn't make it." Peter said before clearing his throat awkwardly. "But Spidergirl said she'd make an appearance."

Flash obnoxiously laughes into the mic. "Can anybody believe this guy?"

You then swung in. "I do." You raised your hand playfully as everyone began cheering. "You guys were expecting me, right?"

Everyone cheered again. "Oh my God." Flash said in a high pitched manner.

You grabbed Ned by the shoulders. "It's Ned, right?" You asked over the music, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I've heard good things about you."

"All true." He showed his goofy smile.

You patted his cheek. "I bet!" You turned and walked over to Peter, giving him a big hug. He returned it, finding the hug oddly comforting considering everyone was staring. "Peter! It's been a bit, huh?"

He awkwardly chuckled. "Yeah. Thanks for coming."

"Of course! When I heard from SM that the Peter Parker finally had time for a party, I knew I had to come and see it for myself! Maybe my partner could join in next time, yeah?"

"We... Um..." He kept doing his little pant–laugh thing that he does when he doesn't know what to say. "Yeah."

You moved over to look at Mj. "You go by Mj, right?" She nodded. "Y/n tells me you're super opinionated and awesome."

She smiled and shrugged, tucking back some hair. "I just kinda say whatever comes to mind. I don't really think before I talk sometimes."

You tapped her chin. "I love it. Never change." You then clapped your hands. "Now! Where's Flash Thompson?"

Everyone pointed to Flash, who quickly turned down the music. You swung to him quickly and caused him to back up into a small table, awkwardly steadying it. "H... Hi."

"Hi Flash. I wanted to let you know that me and Spiderman keep tabs on our friends, to make sure they're okay. We're pretty protective, y'know?"

"Yeah, yeah. I totally get that." He kept awkwardly nodding.

You nodded and patted his cheek. "I knew you would, so I need you to keep an eye on Peter and Ned while me and SM can't. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, yes I can. I could do anything for you."

"Thank you Flash." You patted his arm, to which he looked at his arm in amazement. "Amazing. Okay, I gotta go. But remember, I keep tabs on your school, so I'll be watching!"

You then walked around for a bit taking pictures and talked to some people. You suddenly felt goosebumps all over and excused yourself, flying out and looking around. You saw a small blue explosion in the distance and quickly texted Peter.

He came as soon as he could and you explained the situation. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Mj noticed Peter leave quickly after you did. She also noticed that you weren't in sight while Spidergirl was here.

"Okay, okay. I, I need to change!" He then quickly took off his shirt and started unbuckling his pants, looking up to you dumbly staring at him. "Uh..."

"Sorry!" You quickly turned around and look off your mini backpack, plopping it down next to yourself. It had Peter's suit folded inside. "That was partially not my fault. You gotta warn somebody before you start stripping next time."

"Next time?" He asked teasingly. "You say it like you want it to happen again."

Truth be told, neither of you knew where this new found confidence of Peter came from to tease you like that. It was almost like he was flirting. You liked it though; it was as if he was becoming more confident and mature with himself.

Your face was hot as you grinned at the ground. "Well, you gotta pay for whatever expensive college you're gonna get into somehow. And I'll come visit at the strip club to support my best friend."

He hugged you with one arm from behind. "So supportive. Maybe the reason I'm a stripper is to support the both of us."

You chuckled and rubbed his arm. "My hero."

He turned you around and handed you your backpack. "This is a cool backpack, by the way. I like the mini things of Thor."

"Thank you." You said, awkwardly taking the backpack. "Now let's go."

Neither of you could get some webbing to hold onto any tree in the area, so instead you both ran across a whole field, looking kind of comical. By the time you two got there this one man was showing another some high tech weapons. You were getting closer to listen in, and it sounded like the guy wasn't interested in what the others were trying to sell.

"Why you trying to upsell me man?"

The other two guys didn't like this, and were slowly getting angrier. You tried to get closer, but Peter's phone went off from Ned calling him. You both hid as Peter fumbled to end the call, and the two merchants assumed the buyer was setting them up because of the noice. In an instant there were two guns pointed at the buyer.

"Woah, woah!" You yelled as you and Peter came out, hands up. "C'mon guys, I promise he wasn't turning his back on you two. And I'm a good guy; good guys don't lie."

"Really, if you guys are gonna shoot at anybody, shoot at me." Peter said with seriousness. "I'm the real threat."

The two guys looked at each other and pointed their guns at the both of you. "Okay."

You both dodged their shots and flung their guns away with your webs. You tried to shoot at the wheels of the car but the man with an electric glove shot at you, causing you to fling back. You noticed that the buyer hesitated to go and help you, but decided not to and instead hopped in his car and drove away.

When you got up they were getting in the car so you and Peter shot a web to the door. The door broke off, but Peter shot another web to the car to have you two ride the door.

"Hey, I got a really stupid idea!" You yelled out as the guy in the back of the van was reaching for a gun.

"Go for it!" The van hit a sharp turn, and you took this as chance to let go of the door and leap to a tree, using your strength to push and dive head first into the van.

"Woah, I did it!" The shocker guy tried to punch you with his electric glove, but you dodged it. "Someone's bitter!"

You began to go on a defensive position and dodge his contact hits and fires in the narrow van, until Peter shot a web at him that pinned one of his hands to the side of the van. He used the other hand to shoot at Peter, blasting him into a backyard.

"I'm okay!" You heard him yell out from a distance.

You slammed the shocker guy to the ground and pinned his hands and feet to the ground. You stood and shot web to cover his mouth as well. "That was a pretty rude thing to do, but I guess two v one isn't fair. Then again, you're are a bad guy."

You remembered that you had your backpack on this whole time, and took it off to hug it.

"Mh. Once again, Thor backpack comes in clutch. Odinson, you can me do no wrong." You opened your backpack and put some small weapons in it, zipping it up and putting it back on. You looked outside before turning around to talk to the man pinned on the ground. "I wonder where Spiderman went. It's all good though, I'll stop the car—"

You were cut off by something grabbing you and yanking you back. You yelped as you were whipped into this huge lake. The water hit you painfully and you began to see spots, seeing a flash of a man with mechanical wings. You almost didn't feel something bring you up.

"Thanks ma..." You looked up and winced. What was carrying you was the Iron Man suit. "Uh oh."

"I have some words for you two."

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If someone should be apologizing for late replies it should be me so no worries at all! Dealing with my old phone finally made me irritated enough to get a new one as it suddenly failed to show half my gallery and keeps restarting itself at random times. I've been struggling with apps crashing and slow processing for at least a year now too so maybe it was time... So yay for actually being able to use the tumblr app too! Maybe my answering speed will increase? Also, glad to hear you'll be getting a bit of a break as well, even happier to hear you're ready to take your time resting 🤍 Even if things do seem to be quite hectic, I know you can push through this, I'm rooting for you!

I'm sorry to hear about the change of plans but you really made the right decision. It'll be so much more fun to meet once there's not as much uncertainty as at the moment, I'm sure! The number of cases is increasing here too and we'll most probably just have a Skype celebration with friends, better to be patient with this whole thing than watch a full-on lockdown happen again. On a more positive note: I am very much looking forward to possible petekao+achara japan stories!! No pressure though, I just loved the little snippet in the postcards fic already!

The recipe you linked looks wonderful, I might do some gentle tweaking if I feel like it. I'll let you know how it goes once I'm onto the project (which should be next weekend as I have no plans)! Also please feel free to ramble about tangerines (or anything tbh) at any given time, I found that quite endearing, really ❤️

Favourite dessert? Favourite cherry magic character? Now those are some unfair questions as I am very much a lover of all things sweet as well as everyone in cm. I like pretty much all kinds of desserts. Baked, fried, chilled... Everything goes. Honestly an easier question would be to just ask which desserts I don't like because as far as I'm aware I only dislike anything with an overwhelming amount of vanilla essence or sea-buckthorn berries. That trick doesn't work for cherry magic though... I cannot name a favourite but if I had to name a character I relate to way more than others, it would be adachi. I get this intense feeling of comfort seeing someone with similar self-worth and self-confidence issues slowly overcoming them, even if we're talking about a fictional character...

A bit over two weeks until 2021, can you believe? Time is just flying by...

hellooo nene! again sorry for the super late reply haha, time has just been flying by. i’m glad you got a new phone, that’s great and yay for finally being able to use the app! although the app crashes and functions weirdly enough on its own, so we shall see how that goes. thank you so much - i’ve just been writing and making gifs recently and it’s honestly very healing, i’m glad i get to have this time off and just chill for a bit. and yeah, i’ve just been texting my friends and keeping up to date with what they’re doing through calls and stuff, which is infinitely better in these times. staying safe!

as for the petekao+achara in japan fic, it’s in the works! i know i say this a lot but i will write a little drabble after i’m done wrapping up my secret santa gift. as well as a chanonpom thing i’ve been thinking about recently... let’s just hope my writer’s block clears up and i don’t procrastinate my way through my time off. on another note, i hope the tangerine pie goes well! i tweaked that recipe myself to make the one i made recently and it turned out super well and now i have a permanent craving, meaning that i’m gonna pull a kao and we’re going to be having tangerine pie for ages now.

honestly you’re very relatable for liking all kinds of desserts... because absolutely same. indian desserts are incredibly close to my heart though, and you can find me making gulab jamuns and laddoos whenever i have the time. i gotta say that tangerine pie is becoming a quick favourite though, and brownies have always been a constant favourite! as for cherry magic... i gotta say that kurosawa has to be my favourite. while i adore everyone else and i relate immensely to adachi, there’s just something so kind and relatable about kurosawa that makes me adore him! he reminds me a lot of sarawat, actually, and it makes me love him all the more.

2021 is literally gonna be over in a week and i cannot believe it. it’s been wild. what about you? any end of year plans?

#i hope you're well nene!!! #pk anon #sunsetchimyeon #rahul answers

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By January the band was gearing up for Europe, Tommy and Heather Locklear were working out a schedule their wedding planned for May, and everything else was...well...

The Cathouse is lively as always, Duff and Slash only adding to it's noise and liveliness as they throw back shot after shot.

"So," Slash starts to me, brushing his curly hair out of his face just enough to see me. "I've been thinking about Tans and Axl, right?"

"Okay." I nod, raising my brows a little.

"If they were to get together, not that it's gonna happen because he's a fuckin' pussy but if it does happen I have the perfect name for them." He tells me. "Xanax."

Duff and I furrow our brows a little and exchange looks.

"'An' as in Tansy, 'Ax' for Axl." He explains.

"What about the first 'X' at the beginning?" Duff asks, chuckling a little.

It's as if Duff has pissed all over Slash's dream.

"Oh, damnit." Slash realizes the blonde has a point. "Nevermind."

I give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and Duff laughs.

"Speaking of Tansy, you guys wouldn't happen to know where she's been the past week, would you?" I ask them and they look at each other.

"She's been hanging around Stevie and Izzy a lot, lately." Duff tells me. "Because Steven has weed and Izzy has junk."

"Izzy's been hanging out at my house with Nikki, lately." I tell him.

"We know, he said he saw you naked." Slash blurts and Duff lightly hits his shoulder.

"Well, he's like a ninja. I didn't know he was in the livingroom, Nikki didn't mention we had company over, I got out the shower and had to get my laundry out of the basket I left by the couch and there's Izzy. Just chilling there." I explain. "And I panicked a little and hit the freaking ground like I was being shot at and hid behind the couch until he agreed not to look so I could get my clothes basket."

I swear, getting to see me naked was like an unspoken right of passage. If you hung around Mötley Crüe, you were bound to see me naked at least once.

In Mobile, Alabama, after eating special brownies that—I had no idea were special until Steven spoke the words, "she ate like five of them, we're so fucked, Nikki's going to kill us" to Duff—I over did it apparently and couldn't get my legs to stop shaking so decided I would frolic around the hotel to get the jitters out...naked...with GN'R following after me like an episode of Scoobie-Doo.

They saw every bit of me that day. But I've always thought it made us closer.

"Hey!" The sound of a drunk guy slurring my way interrupts our conversation and I raise my brows.

"Yes?" I reply.

"You up for some fun tonight?!" He asks.

"No, thanks, I'm married." I politely respond, motioning to my ring.

"I didn't ask if you were fucking married. I asked if you wanna have some fun tonight." He argues.

"Look, man, she said she's married." Slash repeats what I said.

"If I wanted the opinion of a ape I would've asked!" He barks at him.

It takes me a moment to register what he meant by it, then it hits me.

Apparently it hits Duff at the same time, because he's lunging at the guy.

The stranger doesn't have time to react before Duff's punching him in the face so hard he falls down, but that isn't the last of it.

He grabs him by his collar, a completely different persona taking over him as he keeps his knuckles in a ball and gives blow after blow to the bastard until I intervene by the fifth hit.

"Duff!" I exclaim, grabbing his arm that's rearing his hand into the air, after trying to get his attention for the past ten seconds.

He takes heavy breaths, his victim's face busted and bleeding, before stumbling back, dropping the guy.

I feel like the entire club's eyes are on us.

Duff and Slash feel it, too, and Duff's grabbing at my hand as the three of us quickly make our way to the nearest exit.

Duff is one of the most level headed people I've ever met. It takes a lot to set him off, but when he is set off, it takes a while to get him calmed back down.

"Motherfucker!" Duff shouts, slamming the door of their apartment after he and I step inside.

Slash went to meet up with Steven and Tansy, leaving Duff and I alone...which is kind of the last thing I want at the moment.

"Who the fuck does that prick think he is?!" He snaps, slamming his keys on the counter.

"Duff." I say calmly as he rubs his face, trying to get control of himself. "Hey." My hand gently grasps at the hand that isn't bruising, and he let's out a deep breath. "It's just stupid bull shit, alright? People like that aren't worth losing yourself over. They'll get what's coming to them, okay?" I remind him and he sighs, his thumb beginning to rub at my hand, causing me to think about the thing that has yet to be addressed.

I find myself pulling away after the shock wears out, jolting back as if to avoid electrocution, looking at Duff with wide eyes.

"I--why did you do that?" I ask him, slightly panicked as if Nikki knows already.

He doesn't reply, just as startled by his actions as I am.

I don't give him time to reply.

"Goodnight, Duff." I say calmly, getting out of there as fast as I can.

I dart to my room and lock the door behind me, my mind and heart racing one thousand miles per hour.

Did he kiss me because I was the only girl there with him? Or because he's drunk and isn't thinking? Has he been wanting to kiss me but didn't want to disrespect me or Nikki by actually trying to do it?

Ding ding ding, we had a winner.

I let out a breath and rub my forehead, trying to get it out of my head.

He tastes like cigarettes and vodka which is a disgusting mixture but it's so Duff. It's a comforting taste.

It was a comforting kiss that, despite being so sudden and surprising, gave me a subconcious sense of peace and comfort, because it came from someone that had only ever given me peace and comfort.

A noise sounds from the closet, interrupting my thoughts, and I open the door and see Nikki slumped over, syringes, smack, and coke residue scattered about.

I clear a path through the drugs and discarded clothes, grabbing at his ankles and pulling him with all my might, out of the closet to attempt to get him to the bed.

When I get to the realization that I can't, I give up, grab a blanket from the bed and curl up next to him.

My hand carefully squeezes at his for a second before I pull it away.

I'm not even sure he remembers kissing me, he hasn't acted like it.

"Didn't you have plans with Nikki tonight?" He asks and I snap out of my thoughts, glancing at the clock to see it's 11:00pm.

"Are you good now?"

"Yeah." He replies. "I'm about to go find Steven and Slash."

"I'm gonna head home, then." I tell him, grabbing my car keys from the couch. "I'll see you later." I assure him. "Stay out of trouble." I add, stepping to the door, skipping on the hug I usually give him before we say "bye."

"No promises." He scoffs and I roll my eyes sarcastically.

"Love you." I say, opening the door.

"Love you, too." He calls back.

Alcohol changes how you go about things, it doesn't plant new intentions. And the way he kissed me let me know he'd thought about doing it for a long time...but I never would've known that had he not done it.

I light the last candle, our house looking like the meeting area for a seance once I turn all the lights off.

A romantic seance.

Nikki's suppose to be home any moment now, if he sticks to his schedule he's had the past couple weeks: wake up at 4:00pm, snort some blow to get his mind going, shower, get ready, leave for the night, get back in around 3:00am mumbling incoherently, babbling nonsense from having so much shit in his system, then pass out. And repeat.

But tonight is different, because he's been cutting back on heroin the past few days.

He hasn't told me he's cut back, but I can tell he has. He's probably preparing to kick it completely for Europe...I just hope he can stick to it.

Not that me waiting to give him a blowjob and have my back broken at three in the morning is much motivation for him to completely quit his problem, but I'm hoping it's an encouraging pat on the back.

I slip my robe off when I hear his Harley pull in, rushing to comb my hair out with my fingers.

The keys are in the door in another moment, fumbling to unlock it.

My heart pounds as my nerves tense up when he comes in, stumbling slightly, slamming the door behind him.

"H-Hey, babe." I say cautiously, testing the water of his mood.

"The fuck is that smell?" He asks me, tossing his keys on to the counter, causing me to jump slightly from the loud noise it makes.

"Uhh, th-the candles." I tell him.

"I can't fucking see." He complains harshly, taking his jacket off, kicking my heels out of his way on the way to our room.

I pull my robe back on, accepting that I showered and shaved earlier for nothing, before turning the lights on and blowing out every scented candle I lit around the house.

Following Nikki to our room, he's digging around in his drawer, glancing at me when I come in.

"I was waiting for you to come home." I tell him, twiddling my fingers.

"Yeah, I saw." He replies, not even looking at me.

"Did you?" I ask, doubt laced in my tone. "Really?"

"Yep." He states, pulling two packed up syringes out, making me feel a little sick at the sight. "I'm about to head back out." He informs me.

"What? Baby, you just got home. I wanted to spend some time together." I try to tell him, walking right behind him as he steps to the door, grabbing his jacket and keys.

"Just fuck yourself, Viv. It's not my job to screw the life out of you anytime you fucking snap your fingers, alright?" He says before shutting the front door and I'm in shock from what he said.

I decide not to let him leave without getting an earful of it.

When I get outside, I'm stepping in front of Nikki's bike just before he starts to leave, and he groans out in frustration.

"I've been up since 8:00 in the morning, Nikki. I'm tired, too, you know? I don't necessarily feel like it either, but I shaved and showered and made myself look sexy and even burnt my nipple lighting all those freaking candles so I could surprise you and we could have a good time and what the hell do you do?! Come in with your pissy, asshole, unappreciative attitude. Do you know how many guys would kill to have their girlfriend or wife waiting naked for them when they get home, ready to do whatever the hell they want?" It's obvious my scolding has him feeling guilty, but he doesn't say a word. "But I guess that's not a big deal to you because you're use to naked girls throwing themselves at you all the time so..." I scoff out, shaking my head a little, keeping myself from crying. "I'll see you when you get back." I give up, waving my hand.

"It's one night, Viv. I don't know why you are so bent outta shape over it." He comments and I turn back around, glaring at him.

"It's not just one night. It's been two years of trying to do nice things for you and you can't even appreciate it because you're so taken over by the need to find your next fix as soon as you can." I explain to him.

"Like I don't do nice things for you?!" He gets defensive, getting off his bike, walking to me. "This fucking house you love so much?! That fucking car you drive?!"

"I never said you don't do nice things for me, I just--"

"What about the fucking ring on your finger?! You know how many girls would love to be married to Nikki Sixx and have the expensive house and luxury car?!"

I roll my jaw, raising a brow.

"I didn't ask for the fucking car, I didn't ask for the fucking house and I sure as hell never asked to be married to you!" I throw my ring somewhere in the driveway, storming back into the house to pack my shit up with him trailing behind me.

I start snatching my clothes out of the closet and onto the bed as he just stares at me.

"The fuck are you doing, Vivian?!" He barks.

"Leaving. You can get one of those other girls that would love to be married to Nikki Sixx--or at least think they fucking do--and they can have the expensive house and the luxury car." I snap, opening my top drawer, getting the clothes out of there, too.

He's suddenly grabbing my clothes and throwing them in the floor in an attempt to stop me, but it just pisses me off even more.

"Get the fuck out!" I demand, shaking, tears toppling over my lashes, my finger pointing at the door.

"No!" He argues. "You're not going anywhere and neither am I until you quit pitching your fucking fit!"

"God, I can't even leave without you ruining it, Nikki, you ruin every thing!" I scream out in aggravation.

"Then why the fuck are you still with me?!" He shouts back, coming closer to me. "If I'm so fucking bad then why the fuck aren't you gone?!"

"Because I love you" is what I want to say, and I can tell he wants me to say it, too.

But I don't.

"Because I don't have anywhere else to go and I don't have any money!" I lie to hurt him, and I can tell it makes a impact.

He looks like he could cry right now...but he gains what's left of his composure, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a wad of cash, throwing it across the room angrily, causing the bills to fly in different directions.

"Fetch." He orders, motioning to the money he threw, and I blackout for a few seconds, coming to after shooting pain rocks up my knuckles, my hand, and my arm, causing me to cry out.

Nikki's got blood coming from his nose, his eyes squeezing close, I'm assuming it's because he's trying to talk himself out of beating the shit out of me.

I broke my hand, and his nose.

Nikki and I sit in silence as Doc yells at us, pacing back and forth in our living room.

"You're grown adults, acting like fucking toddlers! When the hell is this gonna stop, huh?!" He throws his hands up, motioning to us.

"She fucking punched me!" Nikki outbursts, wincing as he holds his nose with an ice pack.

"Because you told me to 'fetch' like some cheap hooker!"

"I threw 4k at you, Vivian! I don't know if you can count but four-thousand dollars isn't fucking cheap!" He shouts at me.

"Neither were all those fucking candles I lit!"

"Alright, hey! Hey!" Doc claps loudly, screaming over us to break up our argument.

We both shut up, scowling straight ahead, refusing to admit either of us is wrong.

"I-I am at a loss at this point, guys." Doc goes on, sitting on the coffee table in front of us. "You're kids. You've been together five years. You're kids." He states lightly, raising his brows. "And you're fighting like you've been married for forty years and just want out. And I hate to say that because I know neither of you want out but you just don't know how to talk to each other when you get angry." He points out. "Nikki, you don't know how the fuck to treat her when you're on junk. Plain and simple. If you're on junk, you're a fucking asshole, especially to Vivian. I'm not saying get help, but you might wanna learn how to balance being fucked up but being respectful especially since you don't have a problem, right?" Doc sarcastically adds. "And, Vivian. Your first response to shit that rubs you the wrong way, is to just start swinging at people and blow things out of proportion and that's not right, either." He gets at me next, and my anger is immediately replaced with guilt. "I mean, look at each other." He tells us and we glance at each other, looking defeated by Doc's good points. "If the cops could see how you two treat each other sometimes, you'd both have cases of spousal abuse." He rubs his forehead. "Press is gonna talk, fans are gonna talk, we'll say it was a bike accident, you two ran into a fucking bush or something and that'll be that. But you two need some fucking help or something because I'm not going to Europe with you two acting like this, got it?"

"Yeah." I agree.

"Nikki?" Doc asks, looking at him pointedly.

"Got it." Nikki replies quietly.

"I mean I want you two to act like you did when you first got together because when I met you guys, you couldn't get enough of each other. Now she's having to babysit your sorry ass most of the time, and you're beating him like an ugly stepchild." Doc tells us.

We don't say a word.

"Now, let's get to the hospital so his nose doesn't heal like the fucking ugly duckling and your fingers don't look like busted carrots. His face is a quarter of our revenue, and your fingers need to be pretty so they can showcase that nice ring that needs to be sitting back on your finger as soon as possible."

Yes. Because God forbid Vivian and Nikki, or Tommy and Heather, or Vince and Sharise, or whoever the fuck, have an obviously imperfect marriage to the outside world.

Smile, pretend you're on your honeymoon and can't get enough of each other, and whatever you do: keep the wedding rings on.

Even at the times when you want to throw it in with the towel.

Don't fuck up an already fucked up thing because that's not what we do.

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