#When ur life is a complete mess and you have no idea how to fix it simply take it out on fictional demons

[merginyourface]

Controlled Burn

WC: 1512 

Aether watches over Dew as he undergoes the transformation into a fire ghoul. 

Warnings! The themes in this are pretty heavy? I’m sure a lot of yall have read worse but I’ve never written worse and I don’t want to seriously upset anyone! Themes of death, decay, grief, etc. so forth. If that’s stuff that might make you upset pls avoid!!!!

“It fucking hurts, Aeth.” Dew says on a large exhale after drawing in his first full breath in what felt like hours.

“I know,” Aether says in the softest voice he can manage, running a free hand down his back, up to his shoulders, and over again. His own voice is tight, the ever-present burning in the back of his throat showing how close he is to losing it. But he can’t. Not while Dewdrop is here.

He crouches down in front of the seated ghoul and wipes the tears from his face. He was losing control, Aether could tell as the water slipped down his cheek, cascading over his jaw until it fell solid on the floor, splashing out. The quintessence ghoul watches the droplet on the floor, as if maybe if he could collect it, he could give Dew back what he was losing.  

“Fuck.” Dew’s voice cracks. It seemed like might have been supposed to be a scream, but it comes out as no more than a broken whine. He fists his hands into his light hair, grabbing at his horns as if he might pull them out.

Aether tries to pull his hands away from the mess he’s making of his hair, but Dew just pulls away from his touch and locks his hands harder in, curling in on himself as if he might collapse into nothing. He wanted nothing more than to collapse into nothing. To have never been, that’s how bad it’s hurting.

And maybe he’d vocalize this. Certainly, he would. If not for the nausea that burns so violently through him every time he opens his mouth, nausea so intense it makes his legs cramp.

Aether can see the way he tenses at the thought, “You need to breathe, droplet.” He uses the nickname out of habit and it pulls a cynical one-huff laugh from Dew. Aether picks up all he needs to know about what Dew thinks about the nickname now just from the laugh. He’ll have to be careful not to use it again.

This was the most responsive he’d been since the beginning of this. Damn them for making him do this. Damn Dew for agreeing. Aether knew, too, that this at best was the eye of the hurricane. He didn’t know how Dew was going to make it through this if it really was going to get worse again. He didn’t know how he was going to get through this having to watch.

“Dewdrop, you need to lay back down.” Aether tried to guide him back down, but he weakly pushed his hands away.

“I fucking can’t” He grits out, before picking up the small trashcan next to him and hacking violently. He coughs and chokes until something comes up. Aether’s stomach turns. It looks like slime but smells like pond scum. Dew takes a shakey breath, struggling to hold his head upright as his eyelashes flutter.

Quickly after, his eyes roll back into his skull and he starts to slump forward. Aether catches his dead weight and slings him back so he doesn’t crash forward. The pail falls forgotten to the side.

“Dew?” Aether tries, shaking the smaller ghoul’s shoulders ever so slightly. Aether calls his name, again and again. Because even as they went into hour 15 of this mess, he’d never passed out like this before. The longer Dew isn’t responsive, the harder and harder Aether’s heart seems to beat.

Heartbeat. He thinks, throwing his head down onto Dew’s chest. But he can’t keep still, he cant focus enough in the panic to hear anything. Does he hear anything? Is there nothing to hear? Did he give up? Is he—?

Bile rises in his throat. “No. No, no, no, no. You’ve gotta—you can’t—” He’s already lost so much. So many people. He can’t lose Dewdrop.

“Dew!” He calls, shaking limp shoulders.

“Dew.” He tries again, but it’s broken, borderline empty. And for a second, all the pain settles away. He stares blankly down at Dew, who’s gone completely pale. And he just…

He can’t believe it. Deep in his chest, he can feel the pain there. He wants to bring it to the surface. He wants to feel it. But, nothing. He feels like he doesn’t even recognize the sharp cheekbones. He doesn’t recognize the face below him without a sneer, a line of tension, a frown of annoyance. This can’t be Dew.

Delicately, as if he might fade into dust, Aether lifts Dew’s limp hand. He brings the soft, cool skin to his face and rests it against his cheek. This is wrong. It can’t be real. He lets go, expecting Dew to hold his hand to his face, but the arm just falls back beside him.

And in an instant, the pain slams back into him. Aether’s lip quivers as his lung coughs out a small, choked sound. Tears well up and spill down his face as his chest shakes and heaves over and over again. In the back of his mind, he’s aware that words are spilling out of his mouth in desperate gasps and pleas.

They had agreed to do this alone. Dew didn’t want anyone else besides Aether to see him when he shifted. But now, Aether felt like he was the only person left. Like the world was a desolate space. That if Dew was gone, beyond that door there would be nothing but shattered buildings and fallen trees. Brittle grass and raging fires.

All he knew, was that he didn’t know what to do. He felt like jumping up, running, screaming. He felt like breaking shit. Killing someone. Killing anyone who ever thought that putting this shit on Dew was a good idea.

But he didn’t move. Barely even a muscle, he wasn’t even sure if he was breathing anymore either.

He couldn’t hold himself upright anymore. Miserably, he collapsed forward, resting his head on Dew’s chest, trying not to think about the way it didn’t move. And would never move again.

He thinks he might lay there forever. Wait until they both turn to bones and the earth swallows them whole.

Eventually, the place where Aether touches Dew stops being cold. His own heat must be keeping him warm, and the thought is sour in his stomach.

That is what he thinks until the places they touch heats up even more, until a sweat breaks on Aether’s brow.

His head shoots up, analyzing Dew for any signs of… anything. He hasn’t moved yet but… has some of the color returned to his skin? Aether couldn’t be positive this wasn’t all some sick trick his mind was playing on him.

And he believes this, that it was nothing more than his imagination, until Dew’s eyebrow twitches. Quickly, Aether sits up and grabs hold of Dew’s hand again, calling his name.

And Aether was right, Dew’s skin was hot before, but burning up now. It continues to burn, to grow hotter and hotter until Aether can’t bear to touch him anymore.

Suddenly, Dew’s eyes shoot open and he tenses up on the bed. Aether is about to ask if he’s okay, as well as a million other questions but he never gets the chance. Dew takes a deep breath in and uses it to scream like nothing Aether has ever heard in his entire existence.

Aether does his best to try and soothe him, but even being in the space around him was growing more difficult as his temperature seemed to climb beyond anything he’d ever experienced. Ifrit had told him not to get involved in the process, to not try and fix the pain. He’d told Aether the Dew needed the pain or else he would never be able to tolerate his own flame.

But the way Dew’s skin was starting to dry, to crackle and split. It was making him sick.

Eventually, Dew’s skin went beyond drying and cracking as his screams and twitches continued. It darkened and darkened until it was entirely the color of ash. Dew began to thrash harder, breaking off chips of skin and leaving a new layer beneath it all.

He leaned as close as he could manage to Dew, using a façade of calm to try and comfort him. Wanting nothing more than to hold him and let him take the rest he needed while Aether cradled him. But it wasn’t possible.

The cloud of heat was so thick around him that it was like a force field keeping Aether out. But he continued to whisper everything he loved about Dew. Everything he cherished about their time together. Everything he looked forward to with him. Everything and anything he thought of.

That seemed to go on for hours until every piece of blackened skin had dissolved away and the heat finally died down.

Delicately, Aether laid a single finger on his arm, worried about hurting him. The skin was impossibly smooth and flawless. Dew shivered but didn’t wince.

And for the first time as a fire ghoul, Dew opened his eyes.

#Anyway I just stamped all this out in an hour or so and its 1 am and I'm pretty upset rn so I shant be reading any of this over #When ur life is a complete mess and you have no idea how to fix it simply take it out on fictional demons #morgan writes #lemme know if I should delete this in the morning :/

[fiendishfables]

hii i just saw ur request page and thought i'd give it a try! soo, can i please have an nsfw oneshot w/dom! lucifer x reader ? i've just been thirsting after him sm...

anyways can it be about like him going down on reader, or just being talented with his fingers, cus we know what he can do with em 🫣

thanks so much!!

a/n: ahh, yes, thank you so much, my lovely, for sending in this request! This is my first attempt at responding to a request, so I hope its to your liking and doesn't disappoint. We love Luci!

warnings: nsfw, sex, cursing, use of pet names, first time as a couple, Luci being a complete dork

word count: 1.2k+

characters: 6646

notes: This is my first fic on here, as well as my first attempt at writing smut, so I apologize if its not any good. But nevertheless, enjoy!

Dom! Lucifer Morningstar x GN! Reader

Oneshot

Going down on you was something Lucifer had wanted to do the day he first laid eyes on you.

Don't get him wrong, he was a gentleman at heart and would continue to be until the day someone replaced him as King (which you both knew would never happen), but by the fiery skies of Hell- he wanted you. You. No other soul.

Lucifer had met you through Charlie, his own daughter and Princess of Hell. Your kindness had lead you to offer your services with helping his daughter with her whole idea of a rehabilitation hotel, meant for the sinners who wanted a second chance at life; wanting to fix their mistakes and be evolved into a better version of themselves. He had met you there when she had invited him to visit and see her progress. Its safe to say you two hit it off perfectly fine.

Now, exactly how you two hit it off doesn't really matter- all that mattered to you right now was the fact that his cock was buried so deep inside of you, that you could barley form a coherent sentence, let alone a singular word.

The room was dark, making the moonlight that filtered through the curtains the only source of light; the only thing that allowed for you to see the beautiful fallen angel hovering over you, both of your bodies sweaty and hearts pounding rapidly against your ribcages, as if trying to silently connect with one another through rapid pumps of blood. To express your emotions to one another through anything other than what he was doing now, which was stuffing you to the brim with his cock.

When you first saw it, staying quiet had become a big concern to you in your mind, what with the other residents of the hotel potentially being able to hear you both.

But that fear had quickly flown the coop as soon as he entered you for the first time.

Fuck, it was absolute heaven.

You were convinced that somehow, Lucifer had managed to descend the heavens down upon you in that exact moment; your most intimate moment. That any second, angels would be surrounding the pair of you and begin serenading you with a specific love song just for the two of you, or pointing angelic spears at your throats. Now, that thought did cause some momentary fear to shoot through your body, because the last thing you wanted was for some random angels (especially if they were exorcists, or Adam) to randomly appear in the room, just to be greeted with the sight of you, a moaning mess underneath Lucifer, drunk off of his length as it stretched you so wide you were afraid he might break you. But when you opened your eyes after the so slow, yet so delicious insertion of his cock...the room was still pitch black. No holy light. No angles. No song. Just you and him. You and Lucifer.

And that was the way it was supposed to be. No other soul, no matter angelic or demonic, could compete with what you two had. It was special; a connection that had to reach from the deepest pits of Hell, to the brightest place in all of Heaven.

For being one of the most powerful beings, Lucifer was being very careful with you; his fingers gripped your sides and hips, holding you in place securely as he rutted into you. Those fingers were sure to leave marks tomorrow. Neither of you minded.

"Oh...you're the best choice I've ever made, lovely- fuck..~"

Lucifers words only helped to fuel the fire that burned within your heart; the fire that represented your eternal, undying love for him. The tightening in your abdomen became much more noticeable too, coiling and constricting like a snake fighting to escape its confinements, or the talons of a predatory bird.

Except in this scenario, Lucifer was the bird, who held you oh so tightly in his sharp talons, and the last thing you wanted to do was escape. You'd allow him to devour you to his hearts content; until you passed out, fainted, or hell, till your heart stopped. He had you right where he wanted you and the smug little smirk on his lips whilst he turned you into this blabbering mess, was enough proof to show he knew it too. And he enjoyed it. Every. Single. Second.

His hands stayed perched seriously on your hips, as if you might just disappear if he so much as dared to loosen his hold. Not that you minded. You could hardly think straight.

"L-Luci..-"

Your attempt at saying his name fell flat, his next thrust replacing the messy words with a desperate moan from you, making your eyes roll back into your skull and a tremor of pleasure trailing its way through your body. He could reach places inside you that no one else had ever even dared to try. He was special in that way. Although he did lessen his movements after your butchered attempt at speaking. He looked genuinely worried and the sight did just enough to melt your heart.

"Are you alright, love? I didn't hurt you did I? Do you need anything? Do I need to stop? I can get you-"

He started to ramble, which he often did. His worst nightmare was hurting you; even just thinking about it made him shudder, as if he had just been doused with cold water.

But all it took was a weak smile from you and a kiss on his cheek to calm him and get him back in the movement again. You assured him that you were feeling the best you've ever felt in your entire life, both in living and in death, that all the pleasure you were feeling was making it hard for you to speak properly.

"I'm okay, Luci. You're just making me feel so many things-"

A finger then found its way onto your plush lips, slightly moisturized by your saliva having been produced by your fucked out state.

"Shhh, spare your breath, darling. I'm just glade you're holding up so well. Such a good beloved, you are."

Then: "You'll want it for when I make you scream."

Seeing you an absolute wreck because of him- because of his actions- his cock- it was almost better than the orgasm that ripped through him shortly after you came undone due to his words and continuation of his previous actions.

Ropes of his seed shot into you, stuffing you like you've never experienced before. His pale blonde hair stuck to his forehead, both your bodies damp with a light sheen of sweat. Your heavy breaths mixed together, as did the small chuckles that came from both of your lips. Thankfully, he kept his promise about making you scream.

Hell, meeting you had to have been the best thing to ever happen to him. To both of you.

No one would ever find themselves as to be so lucky, to know that the King of Hell found the taste of them the most enchanting out of all the souls both above and below.

Just try and doubt his love for you. He will be sure to give you a night that you won't ever forget, as many times as he needs to, until you're begging him to stop.

You are his, and he refuses to ever let you forget it.

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[onslaughtsqueen]

Dream x daughter! reader (ft uncle Sapnap and George)

It’s the middle of the night and dream hears your cries and gets up but then hears them stop, worried he walks to your room finding you over sapnaps shoulder. He moves from side to side and pats ur backend whispers “ it’s okay shh, you don’t wanna wake ur dad up “ he goes to the little changing table chances you complete doesn’t notice Dream off to the side smiling. Sapnap changes you and grabs a bottle from the little fridge in your room and picks you up wrapping you in ur little green blanket while sitting in the rocking chair, he smiles and feeds you “ see your okay shh “ you whimper as sapnap wipes little tears from your eyes. Dream walks in and Sapnap looks up and laugh lightly “ seee y/n you woke him up “ dream rolls his eyes and looks at you rubbing your cheek with his finger“ it’s okay as long as she’s okay idc about my sleep “ he kisses ur head and Sapnap nods and watches you eat “ can she come to my room, I’m streaming rn but then I heard her crying, can she just chill with me until she’s ready for bed” dream hums and looks at you. “ sure but have her in bed soon and don’t be screaming, you know how she is during the day when she doesn’t get sleep at night “ Sapnap nods and laughs “ ooo I know” he gets up keeping you close disappearing into his room. Dream hums running his fingers through his hair and goes back to bed.

Sapnap pov

“ sorry guys y/n was upset “ he turns the face cam off and lays ur head on his shoulder. Karl smiles looking at the discord seeing y/n on my shoulder “ awww look at uncle Sapnap” Sapnap laughs lightly and looks at you“ she was upset and dreams been extremely busy with his new song so I figured I’m already up so I might as well take care of her” the chat fills with *uncle Sapnap* he scrolls and clicked as you rest on his chest. You whimper lightly and babble and reach for his necklace. He checks the time “ let’s get you to bed or ur dads going to kill me “ he looks to his stream “ hey guys I think ima end it here, me and y/n gotta go to bed or father dream will be livid “ the chat says goodnight and some laugh at his statement. And Karl leaves the discord with a goodbye.He ends it and lays you on the bed gently with ur blanket and changes. He gets into bed putting you on his chest, he rubs ur back hums lightly watching you fall asleep soon he does the same.

Dream pov

Morning comes and I get up going to y/n room expecting my little girl asleep but no the crib is empty. I go to Sapnap room, I walk in slowly seeing her completely passed out on his chest and him asleep too, I pull my phone out taking a picture. Patches moves around my ankles and I smile picking her up “ shhh” I leave then an hour later I hear his door open and see him walk out with y/n on his shoulder. She yawns rubbing her little eye. “ how did you sleep” Sapnap yawns “ good actually she slept the whole night after I feed her” I take her from him and she whimpers “ dada “ and hides her face in m neck. I smile kissing her little hand along with her forehead “ I’m here sweetie” sapnap sits down across from me “ has drista or ur mom taken her out at all“ I shake my head “ I love my family but I don’t like her out of my sight, gives me to much anxiety “ Sapnap nods and heads to his room to stream. I go to mine and George calls smiling when he sees y/n on my lap messing with my space bar on my keyboard. “ I want to hold her so so bad dream arghhh “ he pouts and I laugh “ I promise George once all this is fix you can come and see her for however long you want” George smiles “ so when are you going to tell everyone the true story on how y/n came into ur life “ I tilt my head “ it’s a simple story no drama or anything, y/n mom died when she was born and I stepped up to take care of her “ George nods “ is she blood “ I nod “ yes,she’s my daughter just her mom was an ex-gf, I had no idea about y/n until ex-gf’s parents just dropped her at my moms house with nothing but a couple papers and a blanket. She wasn’t even a day old and she was already given up “ dream holds you close kissing ur cheek and smiles “ but no matter what she’s mine and I love her “ George does a pouty face and awes at him “ ima cry dream omg “ I roll my eyes “ George stop “ as the day went on she would crawl around my room as i chilled in call with George and streamed a little, sapnap takes her mid day to the store and just out. That night i go to grab her and she turns

hiding in sapnap neck, he busted out laughing “ so you said she was a daddies girl” I roll my eyes and taking y/n for a bath Sapnap sits on the side and laughing at me struggling to keep her from eating soap “ hey no no, not food “ she laugh loudly at his panic. Sapnap pours water over her hands and laughs,Sapnap grabs a little ducky towel and wraps you up. I laugh watcher her wiggle around in Sapnap arms “ hey hey y/n “ she laughs and reaches for me, I kiss her nose and she shyly hides her face in sapnap neck “ my sweet girl “. We head to bed and I have her lay with me, she rest on her back and I rest my hand on her stomach moving my thumb as she slowly falls asleep. I kiss her cheek and stay close to her “ goodnight my sweet girl.

#mcyt fanfiction #dream smp #fandom #mcyt x reader #dream mcyt #mcyt #dream x y/n #dream x you #dream as a father #dream fluff #dream fandom #dream x reader #dream smp members #irl sapnap #baby reader #uncle sapnap #uncle george

[mulderscully]

Ok I promise I’m not trying to start discourse or anything but I just wanna say I agree with u on ur S@phne take. Like I felt like Daphne/the whole love story was just giving me the absolute ick by the end of season one (I haven’t read the books but apparently what happened in the show was “watered down” and it could’ve been a lot worse which 😬) cause like...the words both of them were using were v pretty and poetic but some of the actual actions taken were ??? Like it was cute until they got married but then the lying/mind games/etc. stuff that started going on just completely veered them into unhealthy relationship territory for me. Like I hate how they made Simon not wanting kids something that had to be “fixed” about him, like that’s literally...so weird??? Whether it’s related to trauma or not is he not allowed to simply not want kids? Like you can meet the love of your life and marry them and still not want kids so what were they even trying to say/do with that whole storyline? He literally was completely transparent about how he never wanted marriage or kids and repeated and explained why he didn’t want them to her multiple times. Even if she felt differently, that’s still something she should’ve respected and though it would’ve been painful, going their separate ways probably would’ve literally been best for everyone involved. The way it was played and executed just had me feeling icked out and sorry for Simon. Even comparing Kate/Anthony to them, I feel like it’s obvious from their characterization that they’re genuinely a healthier match (just going from having watched the show) and I can’t imagine either of them unilaterally deciding they want kids/marriage and not even talking about it with the other and I feel like a lot more communication in general is going on in their relationship. Like it’s clear they have a playful relationship and mess around but are genuinely each other’s best friends at the end of the day and chose marriage to each other over everything. Both the stories are v different as well

yeah, as someone who doesn't want kids i am very wary of any storyline where someone is made to change their mind, but with simon it's gotta be the worst i have ever seen. what really gets me is that the plot acts like she is a CORRECT in her feelings and actions? it just completely soured me to them. not just the act itself, but how it was framed like she was the one who was wronged and it about #girl power? i just couldn't wrap my mind around how they thought that was a good thing to keep in the story. and everyone was like, "it was worse in the book." when defending it, which IS TRUE bc he's drunk in the book - but it doesn't make it any less awful? they changed a lot abt the books that they could've taken that out entirely and still had their falling out about kids happen another way.

i honestly have no idea what julia quinn was smoking when she wrote the duke & i and i wanna know so i stay tf away from it lol i honestly had no plan to watch s2 til all my trusted girlmutuals convinced me <3

i just also find it soooooo fucking weird how simon isn't in s2 at all right after all that. i know it's bc rjp didn't wanna come back but from a narrative standpoint it just makes simon seem like an absent husband and father :(

but anyway, back to kathony! yeah, i think what i love about enemies to lovers is that the point isn't that you truly hate that person, it's that the person reminds you of yourself - maybe parts of yourself that you find hard to accept or love, and by falling in love with them you learn to also love and accept yourself entirely.

kate and anthony have very similar life experiences, they have similar interests, they make each other laugh. i think it's really obvious they're gonna have a very happy life because they're so right for each other.

#anonymous #reply #bridgerton /

[thatringboy]

Hey there!

Saw ur post bout wanting requests and I'm happy to oblige. Percabeth is my absolute OTP and so I would love to read some fics based on them, esp when you write them soo well🥺

1.I've always wanted to read a fic where Annabeth spoons Percy! I think that wud be so cute.

2.Or would love to see a fic where one of them cant sleep at night so they go do smtg spontaneous, like stargazing or roadtrip or trip to McDonald's hehe.

3.A prompt (if that's how you take requests): "Did you just kiss my Achilles Spot?"

omfgggggg the amount of fluff i shoved into this is almost puke level. but percabeth will never get to that level. anyways i decided to do all three prompts because i couldn't pick one. enjoy!

Stargazing in Grey

Warnings: Rachel Elizabeth Dare being a little shit, but we love her anyways (so in other words, none)

Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Rachel Elizabeth Dare (but only for like two lines at the very end)

Ships: Percabeth

Word Count: 1,405

Summary: Percabeth sneaks out of their cabins to go stargazing and realize (again) how much they love each other. Takes place between the end of HOO and the beginning of TOA

“You know… we could have just taken some Melatonin or something.” Percy made a confused face.

Annabeth rolled her eyes despite knowing that he probably couldn’t see her do that in the dark. “And where’s the fun in that?”

“Who are you and what have you done to my rule-following Wise Girl?” His smile was audible in his voice.

She elbowed him in the stomach and fell back onto the grass of Camp Half-Blood hill, her grey eyes searching the night sky. Constellations danced across her gaze and a smile curled over her lips. Percy’s eyes adjusted to the night enough for him to be able to see her features illuminated by the moonlight.

Gods, she’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“What was that?” Annabeth sat up.

Percy realized he had whispered his thoughts out loud and plopped himself down in the grass next to her. “Nothing! So tell me, Wise Girl,” he pointed up at the stars. “Which one is that constellation?”

She laid back down and followed his finger to where he was pointing. “Oh, that’s just Heracles.”

Percy made a gagging sound. “Oh gods not that guy!”

That was the game they played: Percy pointed out a constellation, Annabeth identified it and they repeated. Percy told stupid jokes just to hear Annabeth’s laughter and he felt like he was walking on air everytime he heard it.

This was his Wise Girl, he realized. Starting from “you drool when you sleep” all those years ago and now sneaking out of their cabins at night to watch the stars when the nightmares became too much. Everything else in his life was fleeting and frankly at the mercy of ungrateful gods, but Annabeth was his constant. She was his tie to mortality when he dipped in the River Styx, she was the one thing he remembered when Hera stole his memories and sent him west and she was the one who held his hand in Tartarus when the world quite literally swallowed him up. And now that they had survived two Great Prophecies and were finishing up the summer in Long Island before heading to New Rome, the realization of how much Annabeth completed him struck Percy in the heart. She was the one who kept him humane when he wanted to unleash his destructive powers, she was the one who treated his wounds when he hurt himself against monsters and she was the one who curled up and cuddled him when the whole world was against them.

How in Hades was he so lucky to have fallen for her and for her to have fallen right back - quite literally in their case.

When they had finished their game, Percy found himself staring at her once more. He could examine her face for years and still find new things to fascinate himself with. If he was given Pandora’s box and told that the Hope at the bottom was Annabeth, he’d rip the lid off in a heartbeat and slay all of the monsters that jumped out with her.

She yawned, pulling Percy back into reality, and stretched her arms. “We should probably head back before Malcolm wakes up and flips on us.”

Percy pouted like a child and turned over in the grass to face away from her. “No! This was your idea and I wanna stay!”

Annabeth sighed and scooted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face into his back. “You’re such a child, no wonder you live with your mother at eighteen.”

He wiggled a bit so that he could turn his head to glare at her. “I’ll have you know that I missed half of being sixteen and half of being seventeen!”

She squeezed the skin of his stomach to shut him up and the two laid there spooning in the grass for a bit. Annabeth could feel his heartbeat and the way his lungs expanded when he breathed and sighed at the realness of it all. For six months, she was without him. After years of fighting by his side, he had just vanished and both of them were pulled into another Olympus-Destroying calamity that they had to fix. She had found herself cursing out the gods during that time, begging to know why did it always have to be her family that got messed over by the gods? For once, couldn’t someone else take up the mantle? Thalia had died then joined the Hunt, Luke was… well, Luke and all of the other campers moved on and away as time passed if they weren’t killed by monsters. Percy was the only constant she had and Hera had taken him away. Her Percy, the one who held up the sky for her. Her Percy, the one who fell into Tartarus for her. Her Percy, the one who held her tight when a curse had taken her vision and promised to never leave her. Her Percy, the one who turned down immortality for her. Annabeth hugged him tighter and pressed a kiss to his back. She was never letting go of him again.

"Did you just kiss my Achilles Spot?" He turned his head to look at her again.

She pulled her head back and blinked. It must have happened subconsciously while she was reminiscing about the past. “I guess I did, sorry.”

He rested his head on the ground again. “No no it’s fine, I just haven’t had anyone touch there in a while. I guess I’ve always protected it from people, even after the curse is gone.”

And that was another thing. His only weakness, the small of his back, he exposed it joyfully to her. He took his life and placed it into her hands because there was no one else in the entire world who Percy Jackson trusted more than Annabeth Chase.

She untangled herself and sat up. “But seriously, we should get back before the harpies start their pre-dawn rounds. Washing dishes in lava again does not sound like fun.”

He sat up with her and brushed a stray piece of grass off of her cheek with a wide smile. There was still a tiny sliver of grey hair from when they were younger and took turns holding up the sky. “Yeah… you’re right.”

“When am I not?” She leaned into his touch.

Inches, centimeters, touching. The only thought in Percy’s mind was how soft Annabeth’s lips felt against his own and how much she smelled like fresh ink on sunwarmed paper. Was that a scent? It was now. His calloused hands caressed her face like if he let go, she would crumble into sand between his fingertips and she eagerly gripped his shirt right back. For either the third or fourth time that evening, the whole world seemed to melt away. Two heartbeats became one, two souls linked together and two bodies pressed together in such a loving embrace that even Aphrodite herself would have turned away with a blush.

They came crashing back to the real world when the sound of a camera clicked behind them. The two jerked their heads to the sound to see a familiar redhead holding up a camera.

“Rachel Elizabeth Dare!” Annabeth's voice came out as a harsh whisper.

The Oracle of Delphi cackled as she turned heel and ran down the hill towards her cave. Annabeth moved to chase after her, but Percy grabbed her wrist, covering his mouth with his free hand to keep from laughing. “Let’s just get back to our cabins before she goes leaking that to Lou Ellen and Piper.”

The daughter of Athena couldn’t argue with that. They gathered themselves and made the trek back to the Athena cabin. They stood outside the door, not wanting the moment to end, but also understanding that they both needed sleep. Annabeth moved closer and pecked Percy one last time on the lips before heading inside.

Percy made the walk back to the Poseidon cabin with a goofy smile on his face and was humming a tune who’s name he couldn’t remember. His Wise Girl had broken the rules and was ready to fistfight the Oracle of Delphi to keep it a secret. He was so proud of his negative influence on her. He silently made a vow to get that picture from Rachel to hang up in his room in New Rome. It would brighten up his dorm tremendously.

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[arminbitchlover]

reincarnated lovers (1)

armin arlert x f!reader

summary: in their past life, reader and armin's love journey is cut short with the tragic death of reader from a deadly plague. now, they are once again reunited, but somehow everything feels wrong between them.

word count: 2.5k

content warnings: death

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"Armin... it hurts." You dazed off and felt nothing but sharp pains all over your body.

Your throat was dangerously dry, and your stomach grumbled from the lack of food you couldn't properly digest. You suffered from the feeling of a knife being pushed into your lungs and when you tried to pick up your head, black dots overtook your fuzzy vision. Every time you tried to move a muscle, the pain would exponentially heighten, and experienced your abdomen compress with an exorbitant amount of pressure.

"N-no please don't leave me yet. What about all our plans together? Going to the beautiful forest behind the hills for our anniversary next week, building a house to move in together, getting married, a-and start a family..." Armin's voice cracked as tears cascaded down his cheek and dripped onto your arm.

You sensed a soft warm hand grab yours which caused your heartbeat to quicken as you felt it coarse throughout your body.

This is the end.

You knew this was your last few moments on earth with your soulmate. It was over so fast. Too fast. You couldn't believe you wouldn't be able to fill the promises you made with your lover. This was your only and last chance at this life, and it was over in nineteen years, only four of them being spent with the person you thought you would grow old with

"Stay away... get sick..." You jerked your arm away from Armin unaware that you didn't feel the need to chug a gallon of water to quench your throat and that the nauseating feeling from hunger completely vanished as you kept slipping in and out of consciousness.

"Don't do this shit to me right now, I'm staying by your side no matter what." He lightly caressed your face not caring about the black lumps that engrossed your skin.

He knew he would become infected sooner or later and understood that this would be it for you even though he couldn't find it in himself to believe it.

"I-I-I'm sorry." You felt the back of your throat get knotted up but couldn't produce any tears.

You slowly moved your hand back down to your side, not feeling the aching pain that had taken over your body, as you barely brushed his fingertips.

"Baby, what are you apolo... not your fault." He looked down to your palm and intertwined his fingers with your cold limp hand. He trailed his eyes back up to your face and saw your closed eyes.

"Y/n?" His breathing became shallow and irregular as he gently shook your body in an attempt to bring you back to consciousness.

You lightly squeezed his hand with the last bit of energy you had in you; letting him know that you were still with him.

This isn't the last time... swear to you we'll find each other again... I'll... protect you. I lo..."

And that was it.

The last words you heard.

Passing away was more peaceful than you imagined. It was just like going to sleep, except you knew that you wouldn't wake up with Armin by your side.

...we'll find each other again...

His last words kept replaying in your mind before your brain completely shut off. It made you happy. He made you happy. You died happy knowing that there was a chance to meet him again, but who are you kidding, this was it. It's over now.

Right?

Present Day

"I don't know if going on a date is the best thing to do right now, Sasha. I just got out of a three-year relationship with Jean and that was really rough." You grab a bag of chips and plop yourself onto your bed.

"Comeeee onnnnnn, y/n, I think you would really get along with this guy. I mean he's smart and kind anddddddddd has a pretty face!" She walks up to you and quickly steals a chip from you.

"Hey! Well as tempting as your mystery man sounds, my professors decided to assign a shitload of work, so I have to get busy." You pull out the box of textbooks from under your bed as you mentally prepare yourself for a draining weekend.

"Ugh, you're hopeless. Well, I'm going with Niccolo for a while, so have fun with... that! But if you change your mind, I'll text you his number." She grabs a Twinkie and skips out of your dorm room.

You figure that maybe she's somewhat right, but you know it's too soon to go out with another person. You and Jean had been together since high school and only broke up because you agreed that both of you needed time to find yourselves in college. It's very apparent that you still have some type of feelings for him even if it isn't love and it certainly didn't help that he goes to the same school as you.

But it is college. Even though the love you have towards Jean is still slightly there, maybe going out with another person was what you need to get over him. Even then, you wasted all your high school years getting good grades and being an A+ student that you never got to enjoy yourself and you weren't going to mess it up again. Besides what's the worst thing that could happen?

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roomie <3

Today 5:12 PM

can you send me his number

AHH I KNEW IT

here ya go ;)

contact sent

ur a pain but thank u

you better tell me how it

goes!!

duhh

love u

love you moreee

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While gazing at the contact, you can't quite explain the feeling you have in your stomach and could only call it excitement, but why?

You're just going out with a guy you've never even met before and for all you know, he could be some creepy perv who just wants to make you feel extremely uncomfortable for his own liking. You giggle to yourself as you keep on thinking of worst-case scenarios and become very aware of how in need you are of getting out of your dorm.

You sit and stare at your phone, wondering how to text someone who may not even remember his conversation about you with Sasha. But fuck it, it was just a date.

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Maybe: Armin Arlert

Today 5:20

hey armin, i'm y/n and i don't

if you recall giving your number

to sasha but she said we would make

a great match so i would love to go

out with you later today !

Hey y/n, I do recall Sasha

talking about you and everything

so I would be honored to take you out! (:

Do you want to go out for

a coffie in about an hour?

yeah, that sounds great !

We can meet at the library.

alright, see you then (:

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You feel your face warm up, excited to finally do something out of school and maybe have the possibility to meet someone who could be special. You waste no time sitting around, given that you had only an hour to look your best, and got ready.

You have ten minutes to spare after prepping yourself and decide to walk to the library a bit early. You head out of your dorm, still in disbelief that you're going out with someone who was a stranger. It's definitely more of an exhilarating feeling than a nervous one; this would be the second person you've ever gone out with, Jean being your first and only partner and you have to admit that you feel good. You could feel yourself growing as a person even if this was just a silly first date that could potentially mean nothing.

You make your way to the front of the library and right when you were about to open the door you hear your name being softly called out. You turn around and see a blonde boy with a blue-collar shirt and khakis.

Damn, you have no idea who this boy is and you don't care, but why is someone this gorgeous calling out to you? His doll-like skin complexion looks so soft and smooth while his shirt matches his blue eyes perfectly, and his khakis just adding on to his soft persona.

"Are you y/n?" He snaps you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

"Oh, um yes, and you're Armin? How did you know it was me?" You can't keep your eyes off of him. This is the mystery man that Sasha fixed you up with and, fuck, he's more beautiful than you could've pictured.

"Sasha showed me pictures of the two of you and I must say you're more stunning in person." His cheeks turn into a bright pink as he looks down, feeling as if he's embarrassing himself.

"Thank you and you're a lot more attractive than I ever imagined." You give him a friendly smile when he looks back up as he hears your compliment.

"The uh coffee shop is not far off-campus so we can walk if you like." He rubs the back of his neck, unsure how to begin your date.

"Yeah, that sounds great." You both walk together in awkward silence, not knowing how to start a chat with each other.

"So, Armin, what are you majoring in?" You turn your head towards him, but Armin seems to not want to make any eye contact with his hands in his pockets.

"Oceanography."

"That's cool, have you always loved the ocean or are you just experimenting with different fields?" You try to carry on with the conversation, hoping he would open up to your about his studies at the least.

"I've always loved the ocean."

"Are the classes you're taking pretty difficult?" You feel your face heat up as he continues to be difficult about continuing your attempted dialogue.

"No."

You start losing your patience with this boy. It frustrates you that no matter what you did he can't try to at least engage in the conversation. You knew from the beginning that this could've been a disaster, but it hadn't even started, and it's already exasperating.

You start to genuinely think of ideas to bail yourself out before it could get any worse, but no, you're going to finish this date whether it's awful or not and move on with your life. You told yourself you were evolving as a person and to bail would only be taking you a step back from the new you.

"How do you know Sasha," you ask him, making it your last-ditch effort to start a conversation as you arrive at the coffee shop.

"We met through a mutual friend at a party." He opens the door for you and both of you enter the cafe.

You and Armin are kindly greeted by the barista as you walk to to the cashier. Both of you order your drinks and sit at a table that's next to the glass wall.

"So, did you meet Sasha because you're dorm mates?" He finally ignites some type of conversation as he fidgets with his fingers.

"We actually somewhat knew each other through my ex-boyfriend and we randomly got paired to be dorm mates." You grin to yourself, thinking about how close you and Sasha got over the year.

Even if it was a bitter-sweet moment mentioning Jean, that you realize may not have been the best thing to do. You hear you and Armin's name being called, but right when you're about to get up Armin quietly spoke, "Stay here, I got it."

You watch him get up from his seat and walk back over to the cashier. He pulls out his brown leather wallet, pays for both of your drinks, and makes his way back to the table with a cup in each hand.

"Thank you for paying, you really didn't have to do that." You feel your cheeks get hot as you grab your drink, slightly grazing his fingers.

"It was no biggie." He shrugs his shoulder and slumps back to his seat.

Subsequently, the awkward silence is back, but a lot stronger than before. You can't understand why it's so difficult to get along with him if this was the date where you're supposed to get to know each other and have endless topics to discuss. You keep reassuring yourself that this would be over soon anyway and now you know that Armin just isn't the one for you and you're completely fine with that. At this point, you only see Armin as the boy you went on the most awkward date with and didn't even picture him as a friend.

"Sorry about this, I've never done anything like this before," he mumbles while tapping on the side of his cup, not wanting to look at you because he felt ashamed.

"O-oh, don't stress about it too much, it's my first date after getting out of my relationship so we're on the same boat." You both exchange warmhearted smiles, trying to break the tension but nothing seems to work.

"We can go back to campus. I have some assignments I need to finish up anyways," he suggests and you feel the weight being lifted off your shoulders. Even though Armin seems like a great person, both of you assume that your wavelengths couldn't match, and it was just best to end it.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I also need to catch up on schoolwork as well." Both of you grab your drinks and head back to school without trying to strike a conversation, knowing that it would just make the tension even more awkward.

As soon as you make it back to your dorm, you must say that you never feel happier to arrive in your shitty box.

"Well, thank you for the coffee and I hope you have a great weekend."

"Yeah, you too." You both wave bye and you walk into your dorm, feeling displeased.

While you didn't expect your date to be completely perfect and for you and Armin to fall in love, this was by far the last thing you wanted to happen.

It didn't take long for you to forget what had transpired as you change to comfortable clothes and start heavily working on your assignments. While you were finishing up on one of your worksheets, you feel your phone vibrate and see a text from Sasha.

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roomie <3

love you moreee

Today 7:47

you better still have some energy

left in you

??

i'm heading back to get dressed

cause we're going to go PARTYYYY

oh god sasha

i don't do well at parties

pleaseeeeee

i can introduce you to my friends

they're really cool

okayyy sure

so get dolled up

i'll be there soon <3

alright

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[boognish-worshipper]

Moonlight

the second part/continuation of Sunrise, Sunset!

this boutta get interesting……. it gets kinda messy but don’t worry, it isn’t over yet 🙏🙏🙏 also trevor can’t spell over text to save his life

//

Lamar didn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t. He just kept thinking the whole situation over, trying his hardest to connect the dots. Make some sense of it, or at least find some logical way to deny the truth. Had it always been Franklin? It’s not like Lamar ever had a long term girlfriend, or even a chick he was hung up on like his… friend. How long had he been completely naïve? He felt stupid for not noticing sooner. He didn’t even have anyone to confide in. He obviously couldn’t confide in Frank right now. Shit. How would he face him? Lamar screwed his eyes shut tight. What the fuck was he gonna do? He tried thinking about who to turn to. Michael was obviously a no-go, what with the dynamic those two had. Then he thought about Trevor. Maybe he’d help. Maybe. It wouldn’t hurt to just ask, right?

hey

crazy guy

wut leroy. u need smthn?

uh, yeah

sort of

wut iz it?

some complicated bs again. nothin new.

cant u go 2 frank 4 whtevr prblm ur having

not exactly

can i meet u somewhere private?

wut 4

u tryna fuk me leroy?

loco. no.

jus. meet me @ vanilla unicorn asap

Lamar sighed heavily, starting to wonder if this was gonna be a bad idea to try and talk to him about this. But Trevor was kinda fruity anyway, so at least he wouldn’t judge. His phone buzzed again.

alrdy hear bro

Lamar raced over to the strip club, going through the back entrance. Trevor was sitting on his desk, already waiting for Lamar’s arrival.

“LD! What brings you to my fine establishment at this time?” He stood up, but remained leaning against the desk behind him.

“Listen man, it’s.. it’s serious.”

Trevor’s faced lifted, looking surprised. Or.. whatever concerned looked like by his terms.

“How serious we talkin’ bro?”

“Ion know, just some stupid shit I’ve been tryna wrap my head around.”

“Uhh, elaborate on that?”

“It’s gotta do with Fr-…eaky shit going on with me.”

Trevor squinted at him, like he was trying to read Lamar’s mind.

“Like..?”

“Something to do with love, I think?”

“Oh. Well. Why’d you come to me for help?”

“Because I..” He said, the words deflating in his mouth.

“I think you’re the only person who could understand where I’m coming from?”

“…I’m not reading ya. Just say it, Lamar. Jeez.”

“I think I’m in love with someone.”

A long pause filled the air with tension.

“That it?”

“Well, not exactly.”

“Jesus bro, what is the matter with you right now? You look like you’re gonna faint.”

“It’s, it’s someone we know, alright? There.”

Trevor squinted his eyes again, but not for long. His eyebrows flew to his hairline, and he stood upright from the desk he was perched on.

“Wait a minute…”

Lamar looked down at the ground, embarrassment swirling around in his stomach. He felt like some child that had been yelled at for stealing some candy. He didn’t like it. He was a grown fuckin’ man for crying out loud.

“You don’t mean..”

He stood there, saying nothing and grabbing his arm protectively. The silence was back, lingering for too long.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” Trevor said, almost inaudible.

“Wh.. what?” Lamar spluttered out, looking up.

“I fucking knew it!”

Somehow hearing those words comforted and pissed off Lamar. Obviously Trevor wasn’t planning on judging him for it, but how did he know before him?

“What the fuck you mean you knew?!”

“Oh please, Lamar. You aren’t a very subtle person.”

“I am too!”

“No. You’re not. You’re really not.”

“Tell me. How, how am I not subtle as a motherfucker?”

“Hmm… I can think of a few instances to count, but honestly a perfect example was that conversation we had dropping those cars off for he-who-shall-not-be-named.”

Lamar cocked his head sideways, confused. Trevor shook his head before starting his sentence back up.

“Remember when you ah… inquired about Michael and I? Our past?”

“Yeah, what of it?”

“You compared us to some.. I don’t know, divorced couple or something. Figuring it was romantic?” He averted his gaze, turning pink.

“Well, I mean after the whole rundown of our partnership, I asked you about how you and our boy Frankie met.”

“Mhm..”

“And you gave me some weird, uncomfortable story about you having a threesome with him- Which he apparently wasn’t even apart of to begin with. Didn’t know why he even appeared in that memory, but I guess it sort of makes sense now. It was also the fact you.. uh, deciphered my relationship, and tried to compare it to you and Frank. That’s how I started to catch on.”

“Shit.”

“I mean I… I was in the same boat as you, kid. You were right, y’know.”

“I was?”

“Michael and I… were never perfect. But back then I was,” His voice lowered.

“…Am.” He corrected, voice barely above a whisper. Coughing, he continued.

“In love with him. Or something.”

“Shit, for real?”

“For reals homie. I know what you’re going through. Only difference is Mikey uh.. was a little more repressed than I was. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

Lamar stood in shock, eventually flopping down on the couch.

“What the fuck am I gon’ do, Trevor?”

“Well, I know I’m friends with him but I’m not exactly as close to him as you or Mike. So I can’t exactly say whether or not he’s like Michael in that regard, you know?”

“Fuck, man…”

“Hey.. I uh, I’m sorry if I wasn’t much help. I never really knew how to deal with those feelings towards Mike. It’s like, even harder to manage when you have a bond like that.”

“No, no. I needed this I think.”

“Go home, Lamar. Try to get some rest or something.”

As he got up, he placed a hand on Trevor’s shoulder.

“Thanks.”

For the first time since they met, Trevor gave him a genuine smile. He patted his hand and scooted him out the door. Driving back, he still felt sort of restless. Even if he did sleep, it wasn’t gonna be enough. When he got back home and in his bed, he pulled out his phone.

So you’re back.

yup

i thought about what you said

Wait - really?

yeah. i’m a fuckin idiot

Doesn’t take a psychic to know that.

hey

that’s uncalled for lady

What is it you need? It’s very late you know - is what I said keeping you up?

bingo bitch

and uh yeah, i need to know what the fuck u said to franklin

what does he know?

All I told him was that I saw you at his house - very frequently I might add.

I might’ve mentioned you were there in his old room all the time, in his bed with someone he knew - an older woman, perhaps? He didn’t take it too well.

wait a minute

his auntie? i mean she bad and all but

i never.. like did anything with her. not like that

He thought differently. The implications might’ve been misread - why would you choose his childhood bed for something like that? Shame on you

and i might’ve picked the wrong fuckin person to speak to

lady, what the fuck? i never fucked his auntie!

i wouldn’t do that to him, even if she got a dumptruck ass

You are a strange man Lamar. All I saw was you two in his bed, very, very often.

I wouldn’t have known you felt anything for him had you not contacted me - and even now you still made a pass at her!

all we did was talk! n there’s nothing wrong wit admiring ass.

Whatever you say - oh wait…

I’m seeing something

goddammit

it better be good

I’m seeing you two again - and you’re right. You’re talking… about Franklin?

why else would we be in his room. if i was gon fuck his auntie we would’ve done it in hers or sumn

or in the livin room maybe.

I’m seeing something else now - he’s taken the place of his aunt. Oh. Wow…

what? what is it?

what do u see?

I… completely misinterpreted Franklin’s reading. It seems like it was supposed to be him in her place.

I’m not sure how he read it exactly - my best guess was that it wasn’t the latter.

And seeing as he no longer lived there, the vision got mixed up some how for both of us. You did have some connection to her though - don’t lie. That was most likely the problem.

i mean yeah. i hit on her a couple times

maybe thought it about it once or twice

More than that.

whatever. still, i ain’t do shit to her, ion stoop that low lady

Then I apologize. But I cannot fix this problem for you - you’re going to have to talk things out

Because right now, he’s assuming you’re acting weird because you actually *did* something with his aunt.

Fuck me man

this sucks

ur evil lady, u know that?

Hey, I’m not the one hanging out with his aunt. Now go to bed. I’ll deal with you another time.

hey wait

come back

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

“God fuckin’ damn it not again!”

He chucked his phone against the wall, and began yelling into his pillow. He wasn’t gonna sleep right at all until he fixed this mess. Fucking psychic lady.

The next morning when Lamar passed by his mirror he audibly gasped. He looked like shit. He looked like he was definitely hiding something. And he knew he couldn’t see Frank today. His phone buzzed and as soon as he glanced down he felt the urge to throw it across the room. Speak of the fuckin’ devil. Franklin was fucking calling him. Taking a deep breath, he hit answer.

“Yo.”

“Hey L. How you feelin’?”

“Better. Thanks.”

“Yeah man. You know what was up wit’ you or…”

“I.. I think it was some sort of stomach bug man. Doin’ alright now tho.”

“Glad to hear.”

“So are you callin’ me for something or-“

“Actually yeah. I wanted to talk to you.”

“N-now?”

“Later. Sunset? That cool wit’ you?”

“Uh yeah, yeah. Heard it’s a full moon.”

“Dope. Been meaning to talk about this for a while anyway, and you always dragging me around to go see the sunrise.”

“Makes sense.” More sense than the shit he was in the middle of.

“See you then?”

“Of course dog.”

Click. Lamar dropped his shoulders, which had grown tense during the duration of the call. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to understand what he was dealing with better. He thought to himself that he couldn’t possibly be gay, because he loved himself some hoes now and then. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel the same around Franklin. Women and men… was that possible? Could you be into men AND women? He looked it up on his phone, and found a definition that fit him. Bisexual? That’s a thing? He thought it was just, gay and straight. That you couldn’t be both. But… at least that was accounted for. Putting his phone away, he moved on to the next part of the puzzle. What was he going to do when night time came? He couldn’t straight up tell Franklin. That would ruin everything. But how would he explain that he didn’t fuck his Aunt? He had to have a reason to back it up. Either way, he was screwed.

Night came too quick. Lamar kept pacing his room, not taking his eyes off his phone that rested on his bed. Any minute Frank would call him. Any fucking minute now. He still didn’t have a plan. What was he going to do? The phone lit up, buzzing loudly. Oh no. He practically dove to answer it, feigning a nonchalant tone. It wasn’t very impressive.

“Heyyy Frank. I was waiting for word from you.”

“Hey. I’m on my way, be ready.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“See you in 5 L.”

Even after Frank hung up, he didn’t lower the phone from his ear. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, ohshit. He was panicking now, phone dropping to the floor. Not noticing how long he was standing there, he heard a car pull up, then honk. Oh, shit. He raced out the door clumsily, trying to shove his phone in his pocket. Opening the car door, he was hit with the now overwhelming scent of Franklin. Something along the lines of weed and the same cologne he’d be buying for years. He remembered how Tanisha had gotten it for him back when they first started dating as a gift. The detail only made him more nauseous.

“Hey LD.”

“Hey.”

“Get in homie, I got a good spot for us, real sick view n shit.”

“Ah.. aight.”

The car ride wasn’t entirely awful for Lamar, listening to Collard Greens play loudly through the speakers. Franklin had taken them to some secluded spot near Vespucci beach, where no one would bother them. As they got out of the car, Lamar got a clear view of the sunset. It was even better than a sunrise. They found a bench to sit on, and Lamar felt like there wasn’t enough space between them. Did it magically fucking shrink as soon as they sat down? Shit. He cleared his throat, trying to seem neutral and not like he was internally freaking the fuck out.

“So uh… what’d you need to talk to me about?”

Franklin sighed, and Lamar’s stomach was in knots.

“It’s.. just somethin’ I been thinkin’ about for a while. I really jus’ didn’t know how to bring it up or whatever. But let’s jus’ enjoy the sunset right now.”

In contrast to how every sunrise went, the sunset contained shades of pinks and purples. There were also mixed shades of green, from the combination of yellow and blue clashing together. It was a miraculous sight. Frank was right, why didn’t they see sunsets more often? He watched the light sink down past the water, replaced by moonlight not much later. The two sat in silence, as stars filled the sky. The view had grown darker, but he could see the moonbeam reflect in the calm waves. He turned to Franklin, who had a serene expression on his face. He was blue in the moonlight, and it made Lamar feel all kinds of things he never felt for anyone before. Franklin side-eyed him, sitting upright. Here goes nothing.

“Lamar… I just. I gotta ask. I uh.. heard from someone,” Fucking psychic lady.

“That you uh.. and my.. Denise. My Aunt. Were uh.. you were at my house or something with her?”

Lamar eyes were wide. Franklin looked anywhere but him, clearly uncomfortable bringing the topic up. He kept tripping over his words, not knowing how to ask.

“Are.. and I won’t be mad if you are, but are you… and my Aunt.. Are y’all foolin’ around?” He scrunched his face up getting the words out. He almost looked hurt, like he was betrayed at the thought of it all.

“What?”

“Are you fuckin’ my Auntie or what man?!” He forced out.

“Franklin. What.”

He knew the psychic lady had said he got the wrong idea, but hearing it out loud from him was just mind boggling.

“Jesus Christ Franklin, no. I’m not! Why would you even think that?!”

Now he felt hurt. Did he really think Lamar would do something like that?

“You say shit about her all the fuckin’ time! I don’t even know why, because she’s fuckin’ nuts man! I have heard a million and one remarks about her from yo bitchass self!”

“Yeah but I would never-“

“And in my fuckin’ bed man?! Are you for real?!”

“I’m not fucking her! I never was!”

“That’s not what I fuckin’ heard dog! And don’t think I haven’t noticed how weird you’ve been actin’, all guilty n shit. I knew you were hidin’ shit from me, I jus’ didn’t think it’d be my absolute worst fuckin’ nightmare!”

“Franklin! For fucks sake bro that’s not why I’ve been actin’ so weird!”

“Then tell me, exactly, what the hell your problem is!”

Lamar’s mouth hung open, looking for what the fuck to say.

“Homie. It’s not like that. I’m seriously, seriously not fucking her. I’m… just-”

“What, Lamar?!”

“I think I’m in love.”

Shock covered Franklin’s face. Complete, utter shock. His face then twisted into a furious expression.

“Are you fuckin’ for real right now? You’re not fuckin’ my Aunt, you’re in love with her?! Fuck you man!”

“Wait, no that’s not what was I was implying-“

Franklin shot up from his seat, throwing his hands up.

“You’ve officially lost yo mind dog. You two enjoy each other. I’m fuckin’ out of here bro.”

“Franklin, wait-“

“No, no. I.. I need to go. I need to clear my mind or whatever the fuck, because I am just… unbelievably pissed right now.”

“But I’m not-“

“Save it, LD. I’ll… catch you later. Or something. Bye.”

Franklin walked back to his car, abandoning Lamar. Some how, this was worse than confessing to him. He felt sick to his stomach. How the hell was he gonna fix this mess? He remained seated, watching the water lap at the shore. He needed to fix this. And he knew, although he wish he didn’t have to, that’d he’d have to come clean. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship, and some how still did by just not blurting it out. Soon. Soon, after Franklin was ready to talk to him again. He prayed to a higher being, hoping desperately it’d all work out.

//end of pt 2!!!!! i’m sorry this is kinda angsty or whatever :( but i am gonna write a happy ending for this!! lamar deserves the world i love his character sm *sobs* (also sorry this part’s longer than the last one LMAO)

#grand theft auto 5 #gta v #lamar davis #franklin clinton #franklin/lamar #angst #one sided pining #but don’t worry #it’s gonna work out #bc franklin’s hiding shit himself 👀 #not gonna say anything #framar

[machine-gun-casie]

not ur friend

colson doubts whether a post-break up friendship with you is a good idea, and you make the decision for him.

a/n: i wrote this at the end of march and i thought no way would i post it after colson’s birthday! but here we are lol. warning: hella angst

wc: 1.5k

You hit record on your phone and leaned back, taking in a breath.

“Let’s do this.”

You were going to sing a cover of ‘not your friend’ by Jeremy Zucker and post it on your Instagram. It was the best idea for a comeback you could think of.

Last night, your ex boyfriend, Machine Gun Kelly to the world and Colson to you, posted a very long thread of tweets all about your recent break up. You knew he was either high or drunk, but he at least didn’t directly include your name in his twitter rant. 

But it wasn’t like that helped very much as your relationship was very public. And the things he said about you were not the kindest, to say the least.

Colson’s last tweet was him pondering if being friends with you post-break up would be good for him. So you decided to answer his question. Luck was simply on your side because it was the 21st of April.

You strummed the blue guitar in your lap, a present from Colson to drive the point home even further. “Yeah, tomorrow is your birthday. I thought it was last Thursday, boy. We know you love a party, go celebrate and I'll be on my way to distant shores if you weren't so insecure. You'd learn to close each open door for me. Oh, babe.”

You looked up and made eye contact with the camera, feeling like you were looking Colson in the eye. “Hang up, if you ever think of calling me up. Not afraid to say it, darling. Sorry, I'm not sorry if it hurts. I don't mean to make it worse. I've decided that I'm not your fucking friend. Right now, there's not much that we agree on. Sit down if you need someone to lean on. Honest, if I'm coming to your place, it's to say it to your face. I've decided that I'm not your fucking friend.”

You smiled to yourself and let your fingers play the guitar riff after the chorus. “I’ve decided that I’m not your fucking friend.” You stopped and let the guitar notes fade out and looked at the camera.

You flipped the camera off with both hands and stopped the recording.

Colson let out a frustrated sigh when the video started again on Slim’s Instagram page, indicating it ended.

“Fuck’s sake.” He muttered, taking Slim’s phone into his own hands. 

You had blocked him on every social media platform after what he did last night. There were no words to describe how guilty and stupid he felt for the now deleted tweets, but it was too late. Not only had everyone seen them and knew who they were about, him feeling guilty would fix nothing. 

The fact that you even offered to stay friends after what he did to you was a blessing and he went and fucked that up too.

Colson read through the comments that you left on instead of disabling them. If it wasn’t clear who you were talking about, the comments were full of his name and his Instagram tag. And he did not blame you. He would do the same thing to himself if he were you. 

You had mentioned before how you hated being known as ‘Machine Gun Kelly’s Longest Hook Up’. Every drama channel and celebrity news outlet was obsessed with your relationship, creating false break up rumors every week. He couldn’t imagine how bad it was for you now that it was really over after all this time.

He knew how badly he messed up and so did everyone around him.

“Do ‘Waste Love’.” Rook spoke up, breaking the silence. 

“What?”

“Do ‘Waste Love’ on your page. As your response. It fits, you fucked up.”

“It’s not like she’s gonna see it. She blocked me on everything.”

“No, that means she’s gonna see it even more. You fucked up and you need to apologize. What you did was so fucking-”

“Alright alright! I get it. Don’t need to join the fucking choir, Rook.” Even though it pissed him off that he was right, Colson did what Rook told him to do. 

His friends were right. So he sat on his balcony and recorded an acoustic version of ‘Waste Love’. His voice cracked so many times that he got tired of starting again and just left it in. He almost cried, but he didn’t. He knew if you saw it though, you would be able to tell.

Even though he wasn’t sure you would see it, he got the confirmation that you did minutes after he posted the video to all his platforms.

-

Colson’s leg jumped up and down like crazy as he waited for you to pick. You blocked his number, sure. But he knew you would never block Pete’s number. 

You and Pete became inseparable after you got together with Colson, a bond like brother and sister. He knew that after your break up, you spent the night at Pete’s place. Pete gave him the usual ‘not mad, just disappointed’ speech when Colson begged him to come over. Pete thought nothing of it, but Colson had a plan.

As soon as Pete left the room for something, Colson grabbed his friend’s phone and locked the door. He ignored Pete’s banging on the door as he waited for you to pick up.

“Hello?” You answered, voice thick with tears. Colson’s plan didn’t really go past this, he never thought he would actually get away with any of it let alone have the balls to do it. “Pete? Are you alright? What’s going on? If you don’t talk, I’m calling an ambulance.”

Colson knew that when you were emotional, your brain always went to the worst scenarios. “He’s- He’s alright.” Colson said quietly.

You went silent when you heard his voice. “Fuck’s sake.” You sighed. “I thought I told you not to fucking call me.”

“I couldn’t, y/n. I needed to hear your voice.” 

“You don’t have the right to say that anymore.” You mumbled, tears welling up in your eyes. “You lost it when you-”

“Please.” Colson choked out. “Please don’t say it. You know I never meant to. It wasn’t me. When he comes out, I lose myself.”

“Yeah, okay.” Colson could hear the eye roll in your words. “Colson, don’t call me. You’re making this worse than it needs to be.”

“I didn’t mean the twitter thing.” He blurted out, anything to keep you on the line. “I was drunk and I tried to call you. But you blocked my number, and I got so mad.”

“So you told everyone about my personal shit? Low fucking blow, Colson. I trusted you with my insecurities, and you went and aired them out to the world.” You felt yourself start, voice rising in volume and every word coming out sharper than the next. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m not doing this again. Just… Just unlock the door and give the phone to Pete.”

“But-” He didn’t even question the fact that you knew the exact situation on the other side of the phone. You know him better than he knows himself. Even after what he did to you.

“Colson, please. I can’t do this with you anymore. I just can’t. You have to deal with the consequences of your actions. Give the fucking phone to Pete.”

Colson pulled the phone away from his ear and looked down at it in complete disbelief. 

It really was over.

He slowly walked to the door and unlocked it, finding Pete sitting on the floor with the most furious look on his face. He didn’t say anything, he just stood up and took the phone out of Colson’s hand.

“Hey, I’m sorry. He locked me out and…” Pete’s words to you sounded like they were coming from above the surface to Colson’s drowning ears. He numbly slid to the floor and just looked down at his feet.

He didn’t know when Pete hung up the phone with you. Or when Pete sat down next to him, until he slid his arm around his shoulders.

“I thought she was the one.” Colson mumbled, eyes still staring at nothing in particular.

Pete just sat in silence, waiting for him to keep going.

“I knew she was. Is. Is the one. Can’t imagine my life without her.” Colson continued. “Had it all planned out.”

“Colson, man.” Pete sighed. “You’ll get over it. You just need time.”

“I was gonna marry her.”

Pete couldn’t say anything even if he wanted to. Marry her? Was this the same Colson he knew?

Colson’s hand went to his pocket and he pulled out a ring. “I bought it a couple months ago. Was waiting for that special moment. Or I didn’t have the balls. I’m not sure. But I missed my shot.”

“Fucking shit.” Pete whispered, everything hitting him now. The gravity of the situation. He knew how bad you were taking it. But he didn’t know Colson was in love in love. “You fucked up real bad.”

“I fucked up real bad.” Colson chuckled dryly and nodded, twisting the ring between his fingers. “Happy fucking birthday to me.”

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[cassyapper]

loving you may mean losing you but i dont mind (jotakak playlist)

dont talk to me about the title of this thing im embarrassed enough

anyway but okay so!!!! very excited to share this!!!! this has been in the works since september but my picky ass finally found an adequate amount of songs so here it is!!!!!! my jotakak playlist (:

special thanks to my lovely and wonderful friend jade for helping me finish this this thing <3

track list nd why i picked the songs that i did under the break!

1. the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us! by sufjan stevens i chose this song because it’s all about internalized homophobia and being in love with your best friend as a kid which RLLY resonates w jotakak imo. esp cause in the song, stevens’ friend ends up leaving abruptly, leaving stevens to wonder about what couldve blossomed if they had stuck together and worked through the difficulties together, which JOTARO....THAT IS JOTARO-CORE esp cause kak also “leaves” (dies). so this song was a v obvious choice for me and in fact this song is what inspired me to create this playlist in the first place

2. we are beautiful, we are doomed by los campesinos! this song is abt being in love with someone but you both have ur issues so it’s kind of a mess. considering jotaro and kakyoin’s (to point it quite frankly) trauma and the fact that both of them do jack shit to try and cope with it healthily, this song DEFINITELY fits them. esp cause this song mentions physical fighting and the imagery that goes with it (”he got his teeth fixed/im gonna break them”, “i’ve got a fist on fire”, etc) and the entirety of the bridge/last verse rlly gives me these two’s vibes so! ya (:

3. love love love by of monsters and men this song is the singer feeling like shes completely unworthy of being loved by this important person in her life, particularly because she has NO idea how to show affection and love the (for lack of better word) “acceptable” way, or any way at all really. this REALLY has jotaro vibes cause he is one repressed motherfucker and as we see the entirety of his story, jotaro is full of love he loves so much it’s just he has no idea how to properly express it cause he’s scared essentially. but that didn’t stop people from loving him, in this case, that being kakyoin. hhhhHHh

4. ribs by lorde this song is about being scared of growing up but due to the lyrics being written the way they are, i kinda spin the interpretation of it to be the fear jotaro and kakyoin had on the crusade to egypt, as they were the youngest and didnt know if they’d make it back and everything is just incredibly overwhelming there is so much going on all the time those 50 days. i can do a full analysis on why but that would be kinda long LMAO. for now let’s leave it at they have a very Unique fear of growing up but it still fits with the lyrics. particularly the last bit of the song with the “youre the only friend i need” verses,,,makes me think of these two...

5. can i call you tonight? by dayglow i interpret this song to be about trying to figure out what, exactly, your feelings are for this very specific and important person in your life. since jotaro and kakyoin r both repressed and also suckers of internalized homophobia, i think they fit that theme very well. particularly with the whole “i feel like we’re close, but maybe we’re not actually? what are we?” theme going on in the lyrics, this whole song makes me think of jotaro and kakyoin figuring out their intense and sudden (cause again only 50 days but also, those 50 days had So Much going on) feelings for each other. also the “now i’m no longer alone” line in the chorus HHHHHHH that’s them

6. la la la love song by toshinobu kubota ft naomi campbell SO I KNOW THIS SONG IS KINDA JUST FLUFF but we need some light-hearted moments in this thing hjgg;. ALSO toshinobu kubota is canonically jotaro’s favorite musician so i wanted to reference that and this was my fav love song of his that i’ve found so far so (: also the “you are my shining star” line,,,heh

7. truce by twenty one pilots so this song is very soft. it’s about tending to wounds and taking a moment before continuing to push on. it makes me think abt jotaro and kakyoin taking care of each other on the journey (for example the lovers arc/n’doul fight). also the whole “stay alive, stay alive for me/you will die, but now your life is free/take pride in what is sure to die” makes me go fucking nuts that is. that fits these two to a T fuck

8. this side of paradise by coyote theory this song has big “two lonely people are in love with each other for the first time” vibes and OHHHHHHHHHH THAT’S JOTAKAK.... there are a lot of little lines that make me specifically think abt these two, such as “love so strong it makes me feel weak” (jotaro-core...), “if you’re lonely come be lonely with me”, “i’ll be yours if you’ll be mine” (wanting some security while ur in love for the first time is common but especially for these two i think it works spectacularly) but yea this song as a whole is just...ohhh them. theyre in lvoe HK;FNJFL

9. i saw you in a dream by the japanese house EVERY. SINGLE. LINE. OF THIS SONG IS POST-EGYPT JOTARO. EVERY SINGLE LINE. and the ghost the singer talks about seeing? they hadnt changed at all? they were such a pretty vision, a perfect hallucination? BRUH... just listen i could do a whole analysis on this song it all just fits jotaro mourning kakyoin throughout the years so so so so well it makes me feel nuts holy shit i just. literally every line. every line fits i am not joking. i cried when i first heard this song LMAO

10. video games by the young professionals SO LMAO obviously kakyoin’s epic gamer moves are being referenced but beyond that i interpret this song to just be the fun parts of being in love esp when ur young (backed up with the “kissing in the blue dark” and the “watching all our friends fall” lines). also the chorus just makes me want to cry cause just, happy jotakak moments PLEASE. “the world was built for two only worth living if somebody is loving you, and baby now you do” THEYRE NOT ALONE ANYMORE THEY FOUDN EACH OTHER IM GONAN WAILLLLLLL oh my god. im nuts theynkjNJKNJF also “i heard that you like the bad girls” please. these two shitty teenagers

11. ikanaide by sohta ft. yuki kaai this song is abt not wanting someone u love to leave u cause youll miss them obviously but also ur scared of how the time will change you and if it’ll make you unrecognizable eventually. big post-egypt jotaro vibes 😔 especially cause one part of the chorus translates to “i shouldnt cry, i shouldnt cry, but the truth is i want to say dont go” and im jus like OHHHHH NO IT’S JOTARO FINDING OUT KAKYOIN DIED jkfnNKJFNJDhkld

12. therefore you and me by eve ALRIGHT. god this song is one hell of a doozy. i interpret this song to mean being sincerely in love but youre in the wrong place/wrong time. considering the uh Whole Situation in part 3 there were definitely better times to fall in love for these two. jotaro and kakyoin try to be happy w the moments they do have (i think the second verse in particular adds to this sentiment what with the selfish ghosts part) but they want a better environment understandably so theyre also just kinda ignoring things until they can properly care for a relationship. but well...who knows if theyll live to make it to that better environment ):

13. mayonaka no door/stay with me by miki matsubara this song is a v sweet sentiment abt like “it’s not just heat of the moment!! i do care about u a lot!!” and asking the person u have feelings for to stick around. big kakyoin and jotaro vibes as it would be easy to call what they have a fling considering how relatively short of a timeframe they had but i genuinely think their relationship was deeper than just that and this song nicely reflects such. “jotaro and i will share a room cause we’re both students” fuckin head ass

14. a thousand years by sting oh sting.... so since sting is kakyoin’s favorite musician canonically i had to add one of his songs here as well but beyond just that i do think this song fits them!! it kinda gives me big “if not in this life, then the next” vibes which is a big uhhh thing for jotakak. they may be doomed to tragedy but the moments they have together make the tragedy worth enduring ironically i feel like this song is mostly from jotaro’s pov considering i dont think he ever completely got over kakyoin and this song def has that kinda sentiment but hey it fits them...

15. mr loverman by ricky montgomery SO FUNNY STORY i actually REALLY. REALLY didnt wanna add this song at first cause i felt it wouldve been...idk too cliche? i guess? and i was ALL kinds of picky when choosing songs for this playlist HOWEVER. eventually i relistened to it and read the lyrics while thinking specifically abt jotakak and it actually rlly does fit quite well KJDFN; another jotaro mourning song ): it’s not just the chorus tho the whole song fits jotaro immediately post-egypt but also i feel like some time around part 4 this sentiment would come back to him cause Yknow. Gays In Morioh and the mess of his family life back in america. it just aches for him cause while he’s happy josuke is happy he wishes he couldve had that for him and kakyoin too but yea jus ... them

16. you by petit biscuit an instrumental?? in a ship playlist?? yes that’s right much like mr loverman i was hesitant to put this song in cause it’s harder to justify since i dont rlly know much abt music (and not to b controversial but interpreting lyrics and interpreting music r two different things) however i really think the vibes of this song fit jotakak. it’s got a somber melody but the keys of the piano are high which im taking to mean “light in the dark” which. jotaro and kakyoin (along w the rest of the crusaders) were each other’s lights in the dark. also the ending samples a conference/lecture talking about space flight and like. star platinum. space symbolism. jotaro. yeah

17. saturn by sleeping at last MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. this song is all about losing someone very close and important to you, but reflecting on the good they brought into your life rather than the pain of losing them. this song also has HEAVY space imagery which stardust crusaders is absolutely chalk fucking full of so also it’s a very philosophical song and considering that jotaro and kakyoin are both Nerds and both got a nice view of the stars/space in the desert with each other, im sure they had conversations similar to the one highlighted in the song. i think it’s a good note to end the playlist on cause kakyoin is dead and jotaro is the survivor but it’s not a mourning song so much as jotaro taking the love he had for kakyoin and pushing forward with it allll th way into part 6

but yeah that’s the tracklist! i might add or take away a song or two but this is mostly it (: hope yall enjoy!

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[summonerscenarios]

Hope ur doing okay Juno! Could I get your choice of summoners & shinjuku teachers reaction hcs to Mc just up and disappearing without a trace and they just stumble onto Mc a week or two later beaten and bleeding trying to patch their very real, non app inflicted wounds (like requires stitches type wounds) and when Mc notices them they just light up with a big smile and go "Oh hey! :D I got kidnapped!". I doubt much would happen legally with Mc being a transient and all ^^

Heyya hun I’m doing better! ^^ Man with everything that’s happened to the MC we may as well add kidnapping to the list! If they’ve got a dangerous situations bucket list they’ve got one more thing to cross off asdfghjkl.

Had to limit this one to three or else I probably would’ve gotten carried away but I hope it’s okay! ^^

----

Toji

When news had first started to circle that you hadn’t been showing up to your lessons Toji’s immediate first thought was to wonder what kind of trouble you’ve gotten yourself into now. It’s no secret that you have a penchant for running headfirst into danger, disappearing for a time without any warning , but you always find your way back one way or another, ever optimistic and often with a gaggle of new allies in tow. And it’s because of this that Toji doesn’t worry as much as he should, and makes a point to assure the other Summoners that you’ll be coming back soon, a statement that he finds himself regretting the next day. When he comes to your room and finds the place completely untouched is when he starts to doubt his surety; it’s clear you never made it back here the last time you two talked, and when night turns to day and you still haven’t returned is when the Summoner’s realize that you aren’t just lost - they need to find you.

While Shiro goes to inform the teachers Toji takes to the streets to look for answers, hoping for even a  sliver of information he can find about your whereabouts that will convince him that you’re fine. He finds himself delving back into the nooks and crannies of Tokyo, getting in touch with the few contacts he still has in the hopes to bear some fruit in the investigation and growing increasingly more tense as each of those leads turns up absolutely nothing. It’s almost like you’ve just disappeared, but Toji knows better, and the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach only blooms further at the realization that it’s something more sinister.

At the end of each unsuccessful day Toji finds himself returning to your dorm room. That place has been essentially torn apart and rebuilt looking for clues but even so he comes back if only to remind himself why he’s trying so hard to look. There’s pieces of you here, signs of the life that you’ve lived at the school and the memories you’ve made - pictures, books, spare uniforms, games - they’re a reflection of who you are, and seeing them renews his determination to find you and bring you back so this place can continue to swell with memories. 

But one night is different. As Toji comes down the hall to check on your room a chill runs up his back when he sees the door cracked open, light filtering out into the dark of the hallway like a beacon. Immediately he’s on the offensive; no one else should be in there at this time of night (though Ryota did try to insist on a roster in case someone came back) and the possibility that the ones responsible for your disappearance has come back makes him cautious. He approaches silently one hand prepared to unsheathe his sword as the other comes to rest against the door, listening to the sounds of movement inside. One,two…

At the third count he shoves open the door and prepares himself for a fight, the demand for answers barely passing his lips at the sight before him. Back resting against the bed, covered in bruises and looking like an absolute mess is you, midway through using a piece of your shirt to cover the nasty gash dug into your thigh when you jolt at his sudden entrance. He expects you to scream, to cry or even get angry at him for scaring you, but instead your entire expression brightens up, a smile that would have been dazzling if it wasn’t for the bruises marring your cheek spreading across your face as you try to stand and greet him. Toji has to dart across the dorm room to catch you as you buckle, easing you back onto the floor as he comes to kneel by your side. He scolds you to stay still but really he’s just baffled; you’ve been gone for days without a trace only to appear back in your room looking like you took on all of Tokyo (which honestly he wouldn’t put it past you) and yet you’re still smiling as though nothing’s wrong. But even he can see you’re exhausted, exhausted but relieved that he’s here. 

He should go and notify the others, and goes to do so, but when you cling to his arm and beg him to stay with you at least until you finish patching up Toji relents, ordering you to try not to move too much as he takes over trying to fix you up. He’s been in situations like this before - he’s had to deal with his own wounds outside of the app in the past so he has an idea of what he’s doing, but with nothing but the torn remains of a shirt and water from the sink to clean and dress the wound Toji knows that this is only a temporary fix. 

You fill him in on what happened, about the kidnapping and the fights that led up to your escape and running until you were right back here. The way you tell the story is so nonchalant, even laughing about how you would have gotten here faster if it wasn’t for your leg as though it’s a funny story. He’s seen people cope in different ways but just hearing you attempting to make light of the situation makes his heart clench . Now that you were back the investigation would likely be called off - even with the kidnapping and injury the fact you were alive would be enough for the legal system to back off, convinced the situation has sorted itself out. But Toji knows that the others won’t back down so easily - Kengo will go on the warpath just to find the people responsible, Shiro will be filling every ally guild to get them on board with tracking them down, and Ryota will be getting in touch with just about every friend you’ve ever made since entering Tokyo to join the search and get you justice. And of course Toji will be right alongside them, but for now his focus is on you, biting his tongue as you continue to downplay your experience if only to keep you comfortable, and making plans for notifying the other Summoners as soon as you’re stable enough for him to bring them together.

Ryota

Ryota had started to worry when he realized that you hadn’t been with the other Summoner’s when school started. He’s been the last one to see you last night, the two of you walking back to his dorm room after the latest Summoner meeting and him seeing you off at the door. Sometimes you were late and that could very well have been what was happening this time, but Ryota still finds himself growing concerned when the day goes on and you still don’t show up. The nail in the coffin is when the night time curfew rolls around and Shiro comes back from your dorm room with a serious look on his face, letting the other Summoner’s know that you haven’t touched your room and it’s clear that you’d never made it back the night before.  

Immediately the worst case scenarios fill his head - where could you be? Surely you were okay! Maybe you just went to sleep over at a friend’s house and lost track of time - that happens all the time so of course that had to be it!...Right? Toji makes a remark that maybe you had ended up wrapped up in someone else’s problems again, something you were probably famous for at this point, but Shiro is firm that if you aren’t back by morning they’re going to have to assume you’ve gone missing. Sure enough once the next day rolls around and you’re not back everyone’s jumping into action - Shiro goes off to alert the faculty and the necessary adults, whilst Kengo and Toji take to Tokyo’s streets looking for any sign of you that they can find. Ryota starts with the people you guys know at school and starts branching out reaching out to others; Moritaka and Choji, the mountaineering club, Maria and the Missionaries - he gets into contact with as many as he can in the hopes that they can help find you and bring you back safe.

He’s relieved that so many people are pulling together to help but Ryota still can’t help but worry. You were so strong, but what happened if you’d been taken? You could be out there waiting for them to come and save you and they don’t even have an inkling to where you are. You must be so scared...no. Every time those thoughts creep in he shakes them away - you’d come back, you always did! They just have to keep looking until you do! And sure enough a week later you turn up! 

Right at his door.

When a knock came at his door he’d assumed that it was Shiro or Moritaka - the two of them had made a point of doing the rounds once every night to update them on the situation - but when he opens the door he finds someone else. You’re leaning against the door, trying to make it look casual even though you’re shaking and giving him a wave as you greet him like nothing’s wrong. Ryota’s shouts so loud it’s a miracle that no-one woke up at the sound and he doesn’t hesitate to hug you, holding you close just to make sure that you’re actually there; that you’re okay. When you let out a pained wheeze however a new wave of panic seeps in and suddenly he’s panicking all over again because that’s when he really gets a look at you. 

You’re hurt, really hurt. If this had been in a battle zone Ryota could use his sacred artifact to heal you up but this is real life, your wounds are real, and he can’t do anything about it. And yet you still seem so happy to see him, smiling and apologizing for making him worried. He begs you to at least sit down before you tell him anything about what happened, calling out into the hallways hoping that someone else hears him and comes to help and nearly paling when he notices the bloody hand print you left on the door frame when you went to sit down. The more that Ryota hears about what happened to you the more visibly horrified he becomes; the whole time everyone was trying to find you this is what you were going through? It’s almost as though you’re trying to reassure him by acting so nonchalant but he knows that this situation is serious. He’s glad you’re back now but this isn’t the end of it, and he’s not the only one who knows it when the other Summoner’s come barging through the door to find out what’s going on.

Mononobe

Mononobe would be at the forefront of the investigation since the alarm was first raised that you’d disappeared. When you fail to show up to your classes there’s initially talk about you skipping classes, leaving the school grounds to avoid getting caught by the teachers, but Mononobe knows that if you had gone anywhere you would have told at least one of your friends where you were going. This is only confirmed when Shiro approaches him at the end of the school day to confide in him that you still haven’t come back. Not only that but after checking your room it’s clear that you never made it back to your dorm room - everything is exactly as you left it before, and that is when the seriousness of the situation sinks in.

Word fortunately gets around fast; with how many friends you’ve made across Tokyo there’s more people reaching out to the school every day with an offer of help towards the investigation.  Mononobe, while hesitant at the influx of people getting involved (i mean fighters, missionaries and literal millionaires make for an odd combo of friends) he’s relieved that there’s so many people who want to get you back home safe and sound. If it had been any other transient student the investigation would likely have been left purely in the schools hands, and with each day that passes the situation weighs ever more heavier on him. Even locked away from the world Tokyo’s a big place - you could be anywhere and could maybe even disappear altogether if you really wanted to, but there’s a sinking feeling in his gut that tells him this time wasn’t such a case.

It’s the week after you went missing that you show up. It was after school hours and after reminding the students to stick together when going home Mononobe was heading back to the staff room when he hears it. The sound of something toppling over and a curse makes him freeze in his tracks and he turns towards one of the classrooms. It’s empty, should be empty, but someone’s rummaging around inside and they’re not being quiet about it. At first it’s easy to assume that it’s a stray student - during the first day of the search for you, students were sneaking into the school grounds hoping to find some kind of clue to where you had gone. But this time was different.

When Mononobe opened the door and flicked on the light you were right there, sat on the teacher’s desk with a first aid kit open and scattered across your lap. You were in terrible shape, body beaten and bloody in a way that most people probably wouldn’t be standing, but your expression looked determined, fingers working sloppily to dress a wound that even across the room he can see needs more than a bandage. You were so focused you must not have heard him come in, but after a week of seeing hide nor hair of you your name comes from his lips in a quiet gasp before he can stop himself.

You immediately perk up, head snapping to meet his eyes as your entire body tenses up. However as soon as you recognize him you relax, shoulders dropping as your expression brightens up and you all but forget what you were doing. Mononobe doesn’t expect you to move but you hop off the desk sending supplies rolling across the roon and run right into his arms, gushing about how happy you are to see him again as though you weren’t even hurt, but up close the wounds are even more apparent. Most are surface level injuries but there’s a few that are in desperate need of medical attention, and it’s clear you’re in pain - if the pained hiss you try to hide when he returns the hug is anything to go by. He holds you for a little while, rubbing your back and reassuring you that it’s okay, you’re safe now, but you can tell that he wants answers.

Unsurprisingly you’re reluctant to let go so Mononobe gradually convinces you to back step until you’re back over to the desks, coaxing you to take a seat and making sure to let you know he’s not going anywhere as he starts picking up the first aid kit supplies that you’d dropped. It’s got the necessities to treat the immediate problems, namely the cuts and scrapes, but you’d be lucky if a hospital visit wasn’t in your future just to be on the safe side. Mononobe tries to keep you distracted from the discomfort by asking about what happened, and you don’t hesitate to fill him in on what’s happened while you’ve been gone. The moment the word kidnapped leaves your mouth you can see his expression turn serious, even though he shoots you a reassuring smile and tells you that it’s okay to keep going. With everything that had happened inside of the app you forget just how serious these kinds of situations were - you risked your life on a daily basis, so seeing the graveness in his expression when you talk about your escape makes you realize the gravity of the situation in real life. You can tell he’s trying to comfort you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze when he’s not applying gauze and even ruffles your hair when you ask him if everything’s okay - you have to admit after everything it’s comforting. This peace isn’t going to last for long - Mononobe’s going to have to let the appropriate authorities know and you’re sure that you’re going to be swarmed by your friends for the foreseeable future, not to mention your other enemies are going to take this slip up as their cue to jump in, and that’s what you’re dreading the most. So for now, for this moment, you’re gonna enjoy this while it lasts.

#mechanicaltrickster #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #housamo imagine #housamo headcanon #imagine #headcanons #toji #housamo toji #toji sakamori #ryota #housamo ryota #mr mononobe #kyouma mononobe #housamo mononobe #request #ask

[wutroows]

darth vader hcs where he realizes you like him

requested by @aesikupills request: heya! i hope you’re having a nice day! i stumbled across ur account while browsing some starwars tags and i saw that your requests are currently open? if its not too late to request, could we possibly get some darth vader hcs or scenario where he senses that the reader has a thing for him and he confronts the reader about their feelings till they confess? (some fluff would be appreciated if thats possible :0)

i don’t usually write for vader vader so i hope that this is good enough for you !! sorry it took me so long to get around to, i haven’t looked at my requests in a while so i’m gonna try and get some of them done within these next couple days but i hope you enjoy some awkward.. vadery confrontation

your job on the death star was pretty simple for the most part, you were just someone who worked on the tie fighters and whenever something needed fixed, it was usually you who did it

luckily, you job was pretty simple if you didn’t mess it up

everyone around you was so strict you felt a tad out of place but you shook it off, this was the only available job for you to work on your skills as a mechanic even if you didn’t agree with the empire’s ideals 

darth vader himself wasn’t usually seen by the likes of you while working, he was only normally seen by his closest confidantes or people who he worked with during meetings

the first time you saw him was a little awkward to say the least

you quite literally feared for your life as you actually ran into the man everyone on board was afraid of

you felt his eyes stare through you as he looked at you, laying on the floor beneath him

you hastily apologized, too scared to say anything else

he nodded and left you behind within 10 seconds of you saying anything to him

ever since then you’d run into him way more often than you’d like

it wasn’t until he’d noticed how well you were doing with your job that he decided to take you in and have you be his personal mechanic for his own tie fighter

why he’d looked all over the death star for you specifically? you had no idea

the thing was, he found you interesting

it wasn’t that he could sense the dark side of the force in you, you were far from a force user

he could sense something else though

your awkwardness around him, the way your face flushed a bright pink whenever he said any word to you at all

all of these signs pointing directly to you having some sort of romantic feelings for him

he had no idea how you would fall for someone like him but either way he found it a little funny

you fell for your boss

the man who could kill you in one second if he wanted to

and yet you’d never seen his face, you never knew the actual man behind the mask and you never knew about his past as anakin 

he planned to not ever tell you about that 

you were working on his tie fighter one day when you heard his voice call your name

panicking, you called back “yes?”

he entered the room, and pulled up a chair from nearby, sitting a couple feet from you as your eyes were glued to your work in front of you, too scared too look over at him or ask him what he wanted

“i sense something”

panic properly began to settle in now

it’s not like you could hide your feelings for him forever, right?

“..... what?”

“something is off about you”

of course, vader already knew about your feelings towards him but what fun would it be if he could tease you about them before properly confronting you?

“no, sir... nothing”

you cleared your throat

“nothing should be off about me, i’m fine”

“the way your cheeks are tinted says otherwise”

you froze, finally turning your head to look at him

“it’s just cold in here, sir”

“i already know your feelings towards me”

fuck

you were in for it now

there was no way he would accept you having feelings for him, and the chances of him even thinking of you remotely the same as you thought of him was so low

“stop shaking like that” he says

“you didn’t let me finish” 

you take in a deep breath

“i’ve known of your feelings towards me for a week or so now..”

the air was silent and it had never been this awkward between the two of you before

your feelings for him developed when you’d first made him laugh by telling a bad joke to him, sitting in the same seats then as you are now

it wasn’t a loud, obnoxious laugh, but instead it was soft and quiet, which completely contradicted his vader persona 

you knew he wasn’t always vader, there was just no way 

but you’d never push him into telling you anything about his past if he wasn’t comfortable 

“stop staring off into space, and look at me”

you snapped out of your thoughts and did as he told you to

“i will try this.. thing. out with you”

“but don’t expect special treatment”

“be back here tomorrow, there’s something else you need to repair for me” 

#anakin skywalker #darth vader #star wars #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #darth vader x reader #darth vader x you #anakin skywalker hc #darth vader hc #star wars holiday special #star wars imagines #darth vader imagine #anakin skywalker imagine #requested

[sunflowershouyou]

hi! can I pls have a matchup? (INFP | gemini) I’m 5’4 with soft black hair and brown eyes that turn rich honey brown in the sunlight. I may seem shy and quiet at first but I actually talk, joke around, and laugh a LOT. I could be quiet and collected but also turn into the complete opposite lol. I’m the type to unconsciously mirror your vibe so we get along easier. I love arcades, drawing, and hanging out w my friends but can feel drained if I stay in big crowds for too long. (1/2)

I’m not exactly assertive so I’m the type to wait for someone to talk to me first. I’m caring, loyal, supportive, kind, and would be there for you 24/7. I like people who can counteract my quietness and just be fun to be with, especially if we can tease each other just for fun but also give lots of affection. My love languages are quality time and words of affirmation. I can be kinda sarcastic and I’d probs steal ur clothes too lmaoo. Thank you!💕 (2/2)

Bokuto Koutarou

You’re lucky because with Bokuto you’re never gonna be bored! He’ll definitely be the first one to approach you. He probably saw you in the hallway and couldn’t stop thinking about you. Finally Akaashi, tired of him always mentioning you, suggested him to talk to you.

Bokuto always has some new and exciting activity up his sleeves. Bowling with him is so much fun! It doesn’t matter if you’re there by yourselves or the whole team is with you, you always have a great time. Another idea for a date is karting and maybe eating pizza or burgers after that. You love doing that while sharing dumb and embarrassing stories about yourselves.

Bokuto is all over the place and literally has no chill but every time you talk his gaze is fixed on you – your shiny hair, your irresistible lips and especially your sparkling honey eyes. Sometimes he even wonders how can you be so beautiful, kind, funny and in one word perfect.

You both a very open-minded and dislike being constrained by rules. You just want to have fun and enjoy life.

Despite your playfulness you can be very serious when needed. If Bokuto sees you feeling uncomfortable he’ll do anything to get you out of the situation. Same goes for you.

You go to every single one of his matches. You are always there to support him. If he feels down you react immediately to cheer him up. You both are proud of each other's achievements and brag about it to your friends.

‘Hey Ahaashi did you see what y/n drew today??? Did you?? It’s amazing! I’m gonna put it on my wall!’

Bokuto is very affectionate towards you and he frequently shows how much he loves you.

Hinata Shouyou

He’s a ray of sunshine! If you ever feel blue he’s there to make you smile and forget about your negative thoughts! Hinata is always down to whatever you suggest. It doesn’t matter if you wanna play arcade games, go for a walk or just chill at home. It’s enough for him that you’re together.

Every time you watch him during a match is like watching a performance. At least once he receives the ball with anything but his hands and you both like to laugh about it after the game. You love seeing him being passionate on the court. From time to time he tends to look at you in the crowd making sure you’re okay. If you look at him back and smile he’ll blush immediately and will get extremely excited and motivated to win.

You both like to challenge each other once in a while. You even play your own made up games like the one where you’re drawing what Hinata describes to you (and the other way around) and then you both laugh at how ridiculous it looks. One time you told him: ‘Okay this thing has black fur, long body, scary face, wide smile and horns.’

‘Okay y/n I’m ready!’

You looked at the drawing and started laughing hysterically.

‘Hinata that looks like Kageyama!’

‘That’s why it looked so scary... Please don’t tell him about this!! He's going to kill me!’

Every form of affection will make Hinata blush. Once you realised that you started kissing him on the cheek not only because you like it but because you wanted to see him blushing.

Oikawa Tooru

A king of affection and pda! His favourite thing to do is probably holding your hand and he also likes to do the little circular motions on it with his thumb.

He’s had his eyes on you long before approaching you but he didn’t do anything because he was too afraid you might not like him. Oikawa is usually pretty confident (I mean... he even has fangirls) but because his feelings for you are real he didn’t want to screw things up. Thankfully Iwaizumi convinced him to confess to you. His best decision ever!

Oikawa willingly gives you his clothes. He wants everyone to know that you’re his girlfriend. He’s very proud of you whatever you’re doing and he wants everyone to know that such an amazing and pretty girl chose him, Oikawa, to be her boyfriend. He’s a lucky guy.

You both are pretty idealistic and believe that the world is a good place and people are nice. This may lead to you being very disappointed if the world doesn’t reflect on your beliefs. Fortunately you have each other for emotional support and you still manage to be very optimistic.

As I mentioned Oikawa is confident but he defines his self-esteem by whether he’s able to live up to his ideals. He’s very hard-working and wants to do better than before. You’re the one who can calm him down and reassure him that he’s the best and there’s a reason why he’s the Great King.

You both are known for being the sassy duo. You’re like the power couple that nobody wants to mess up with.

Thank you for the request! I hope you like your matchups!

Have a wonderful day/night and stay safe!

- sunflowershouyou 🌻

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu matchups #hq!! #hq matchups #bokuto matchups #bokuto koutarou #bokuto headcanons #bokuto x reader #hinata x reader #hinata matchups #hinata shouyou #hinata headcanons #oikawa tooru #oikawa headcanons #oikawa x reader #oikawa matchups #sunflowershouyoumatchups #sunflowershouyou

[doctorguilty]

alright here’s how I’d rewrite Infinite and ergo some of the plot points of the games story.. it  got long i got a little carried away lol........................ 

Infinite’s name probably isn’t that before he becomes a tool of destruction thing but I don’t care all that much to name him something else rn 

he also doesn’t have a sword because that’s really not necessary and I don’t know how to make that relevant at all 

forget the mercenary thing because it makes no sense that he was “hired” by eggman and that’s also boring. The jackal squad is a nomadic, robin hood type group that steals from bad folks to help other animal people villages in need 

to make character relationships.. matter a little bit more, OC is a long time childhood friend of Infinite and they still see one another a decent amount despite the jackals moving around

I don’t really care how or why the phantom ruby exists in fact I’m just realizing there’s a huge discontinuity because according to the COMIC it just.. existed arbitrarily like a chaos emerald, but according to the GAME it seems to be something Eggman fabricated, since there’s “prototypes” in play??? hm hm okay you know what I’m feeling ambitious let’s make both make sense. There is one true phantom ruby that exists, eggman finds it, where ever I don’t care. some legend about, this ruby can bring your ultimate fantasies to life! EXCEPT you need to have, idk, a good heart, a heart of gold, to use it and eggman doesnt have that so he can see the illusion of his empire but it wont become reality 

eggman thinks okay well, maybe if I fabricate copies of it I can make a version that will work, which I reckon doesn’t make them “prototypes’ anymore but just, copies, but close enough. however, they still don’t work 

now cut to jackal squad raiding eggman for his cool shit. maybe they catch wind about this whole “bring your fantasies to life” power and want to use it for good and they know eggmans vibes are rancid. in any case the jackals make off with a ruby (a FAKE one uh oh!) but not without infinite losing an eye and gaining one big unsightly scar from a fight w/ eggman and he’s like Shook about that but he’s like hm well at least I stopped that terrible guy from harnessing this power (oh no bitch u thought..) 

of course the jackals dont keep their spoils but WHO ever could be trusted with this legendary gem thing?!? oh none other than You, Original The Character, aka Infinite’s best friend .............. so he gives the ruby to OC and tells them like, idk allegedly this can make ur dreams come true but I don’t know how it works...oh my eye? yeah I sure used to have two of those but dont worry about it, anyway ttyl stay fresh  *saunters off, jackaly* 

because the fake!ruby is.. fake, it just seems to be a dud at first so OC just hangs onto it as a keepsake 

eggman, pissed about his shit getting stolen and worried what could be done with it sends robots out to hunt down infinite, kidnap him, and drag him back to eggman’s base and demand the fake!ruby back. infinite naturally refuses to tell him anything especially at the cost of putting OC in danger, so he’s like, blow it out your ass

eggman is like HAHA WELL U DUMB SHIT you stole a fake anyway and I have the real one right here.. he uses the ruby to suddenly spawn a bunch of robots and infinite braces himself for the attack... except they go right through him because they’re just illusions. eggman is like FUCK !! DAMMIT! WHY WONT THIS SHIT WORK!! Infinite uses eggman’s tantrum time to rush in to snatch the ruby. when infinite touches it as its in eggman’s hand, however, all the illusion robots become “real” (probably conveying this through effects/opacity), taking them both by surprise. infinite is unable to take the ruby before getting hit with a full force attack from a robot 

infinite is incapacitated and eggman grins,  like, inch resting...................... you seem to be able to make the ruby work... I will now use you for malicious purposes >:) (cut to black) 

NOW when Infinite is in the tube, 1) he already has his mask because the scene with him putting it on and monologueing about abandoning his old identity is unnecessary, it’s more symbolic here, 2) he’s amnesic and I know we did that with shadow already and I don’t mean to overuse it, but I think it works well enough in a different way for this story! Shadow had some fragments of memories and an identity crisis, but with Infinite, his memory is completely wiped (or perhaps suppressed?) and his only understanding of himself is that he was “created” to work for eggman. Even MORE importantly! the stakes are raised because of Infinite’s relationship to the OC--Infinite cannot remember them which makes attacking them a lot more heart wrenching ESPECIALLY when we get to a point where OC begins to recognize their brainwashed best friend using one of the (apparently) very same rubies given to OC to try to destroy them with

this also adds more tension to all the scenes where Infinite is taunting and threatening OC on a quite personal , rivalry-like level? Infinite would, over time, begin to get an inexplicable sense of familiarity with OC, which causes him to hesitate and hold back 

oh and as for the fake!ruby, OC does use it to defend himself just like the first time! it ends up being successfully activated because OC shows a strong will to protect the other civilians. if you haven’t caught on to my cheese, both OC and Infinite have hearts of gold and thats why they can use the rubies. eggman is cheating though by fusing Infinite to the ruby and using him as a proxy for his bad will..... and again, coming back to the cheese, Infinite’s heart cannot be changed and he is not truly “evil” so that’s like, how this is working 

I’m way too lazy to fix everything scene by scene because there’s also just SO MUCH wrong with all the other characters and plot but I’m just focusing on fixing Infinite and making him more interesting so I’m skipping to the end..  

I’m not entirely sure how I’d order the bosses and what I’d wanna do with the eggman robot phases  the whole things was a big mess............I kinda wanna go with what I THOUGHT was going to happen after beating up giant robot thing and then that squid robot breaks out??? and I thought it was going to be Infinite cause that would be much more dramatic? So lets go with that---When Eggman says like, well fuck infinite who needs him? i harnessed the power of the ruby into my robot, he means he literally trapped Infinite in it like, wired up and shit to use him like a power generator. fucked up. Infinite breaks out after that phase of the battle, and he’s like, in so much pain and glitched out on overclocked energy he cant even control what he’s doing.... commence TRUE final boss battle (it can still be a tagteam with sonic), and it’s sad and dramatic! OC pleads (or I reckon sonic, maybe the other heroes too since they talk during fights! like since OC doesnt talk) infinite to remember his true self because they dont want to destroy him 

once you’ve depleted his health bar, I’m going to go ahead and use the game’s weird addition of quicktime events to fuel more cheesiness (B/C THIS IS SONIC...WHY DID THEIR “POWER OF FRIENDSHIP” MORAL END ON SUCH A BLAND, UNEMOTIONAL NOTE IN FORCES??? shadow didnt fall to his (alleged) death in sa2 for this..............) and you quicktime OC HUGGING Infinite, like jumping towards him and grabbing him in an embrace type of thing! and when OC makes contact with the ruby, it activates, making all the probably hostile glitchy  battle terrain or whatever dissipate, infinite stops being like.. idk lookin like he’s being electrocuted, and his mask fades away .. exposing Infinite as his true self once again 

the in between the lines intent here, again since OC doesn’t talk, is that OC’s fantasy was to bring Infinite back so they could be together again. you’re welcome to interpret that as romantic, or platonic, it doesn’t matter! it’s open ended! it’s just supposed to be cute!  

idk and then emotional stuff, I’m not entirely sure what it doesn’t really matter the idea is that Infinite is like, remorseful of what happened but everyone ofc forgives him because it’s not his fault , and then he joins up with with everyone to help fix the world! hmm I’m torn between Infinite keeping the true phantom ruby or giving it to the OC, like giving it to the OC makes sense, but for the sake of like, hypothetically bringing Infinite back in a future game and having special powers, it would be perfect if he kept it and that was his thing, he uses the power of virtual reality to help people and fight evil and whatever  

I dont know I guess there’s not a lot of sense in thinking too hard since I just remembered none of this is canon whatsoever and we’re probably not seeing Infinite again unless as a stock evil thing to beat up like metal sonic 8′) 

I have no idea who i wrote this for I guess myself! Idk if anyone else played forces or cares or w/e but! if you DO happen to be someone who read this and cares about it omg well like feel free to! comment and tell me what you think!!!  this was all very stream of thought

#seth speaks #save tag #so i dont lose this in case i wanna come back to it

[leycem]

Doğduğun Ev Kaderindir | Episode 3

Alright, this is a long one! I wrote down live comments while watching the episode! After reading, let me know if you prefer a summary/thought/reviews like this or not.

Zeynep dear is carrying so much weight. I feel sorry for her. As if no one is trying to understand her. As both of the mothers hold onto one of her hands and pulls her different ways, Zeynep is in the midst of deciding what the right action would be. She loves both of her mothers equally, while each of them doesn’t understand and wants Zeynep for themselves. Sakine’s facial expression is as if she was offended that her daughter was calling out to her second mother. Her second mother had no idea of this wedding happening, I think Zeynep should be given time to talk to her. Perhaps not right now.

Zeynep has come inside the house all distressed and locked herself to a room. Mehdi is really upset and somewhat jealous. I wish he was understanding like his cousin because they both have signed up for this new challenging chapter. Mehdi continuously knocks on the door for Zeynep to answer who the man he fought was. This anger and frustration led Sakine to create a lie that Zeynep’s ex-finance is her step-brother from her second family. Honestly, this mess started with Sakine. Mehdi looks into Zeynep’s eyes to see if this was true, but he is doubting this lie.

Probably just me, I really can’t imagine Mehdi to be angry and fight people from the expressions I got in episode 1, but he fits in for someone from the neighborhood marrying Zeynep. As the saying, never judge a book by its cover. However, as I watch I think Mehdi is being unfair and that he may have had a lover who he felt the same way as Zeynep did for Faruk. Zeynep girl, hopefully, you find out, because you are not the only one leaving someone.

Yes, Zeynep speak what’s right to the best friend’s mother! This mother has walked into the room to talk to Zeynep. She said many messed up remarks to Zeynep. Zeynep asked questions about Mehdi, and clearly, this woman knows. If you know, maybe tell her because you “seem” like a caring friend of Sakine, who led the girl into this marriage, so let her know what kind of guy you led her to.

Zeynep is in Mehdi’s room (now their room) tearing up and thinking. No one tries to slow down and let her breathe. Constantly making her do things she is not happy with. In so many events in life, it doesn’t matter how many times you repeat yourself, even clearly, those with traditional or closed-minded people never try to understand.

Now Mehdi has entered the room. Before he came into the house, he met his “ex-lover” on the streets. Now there has to be something between them because the idea of them being together is not being rejected, but that he is trying to show signs of disinterest and be loyal to Zeynep. But ugh Mehdi, honestly who are you? You and your family should have known about Zeyep’s second family. Mehdi, your wife has opened up to you and now you’re being unfair to her! Good Zeynep, speak up! He can’t be controlling you like this already! He hasn’t even explained his side yet. Mehdi now has said, “You became the mother, and she’s the child.” Ugh, it may seem like that, but in our hearts, that’s not our intentions. Zeynep is trying to create a life to satisfy her mothers and herself. It’s overwhelming when what you're doing doesn't fall into place. She is trying to respect an individual for who they are and it doesn’t give right for Mehdi to be controlling over Zeynep. He knows that! He is also fulfilling his father’s legacy as the neighborhood hero.

Now it is the next day. One of Mehdi’s sister is so annoying. Proud of Zeynep! Good job to her! Don’t let that sister treat you like trash! Defend your rights and self! Is this sister serious, Zeynep does not need permission from her husband to go to school or even her second family. Honestly makes me question what is the purpose for marriage from back in the days and today. We are not marrying families and yes we will take care of families, but that doesn’t mean you should have control over us. This sister of Mehdi is completely annoying! I get she has her suspicion and is protecting her brother from any hidden secrets, but she is too excessive. Zeynep deserves respect and her own space. She’s new and you haven't learned much about her.

I like her second mother, she was honestly the best person to understand Zeynep so far. She said well and raised Zeynep with the right moral values. She just doesn't want her daughter struggling again from the life she came out of. However, her love is also like Sakine’s. A sort of greed that stops seeing what her girl wants, and chooses a path for her. At this point, I wish I can read the book this show was inspired by. I feel Zeynep right now. All her life, she was grateful for what she received and made sure to not lose it. Now she left with her own decisions and feels guilty. She thinks that she doesn't deserve what she got from her second family. She thinks she has a debt to pay both sides, but whenever she fulfills one side’s wish, the harm is done to the other

Zeynep comes out of her 2nd family home with a suitcase. As she heads out to the street, she stops and cries. Out of nowhere, Mehdi appears behind her. He remembers Zeynep telling him last night to not touch her, so he stops his hand from touching her shoulder. Mehdi loves Zeynep, always being there for her ever since she stepped foot back in her old neighborhood. Mehdi decides to take her somewhere else where she can let her feelings out. The scene right now was funny. He locked the car doors from the outside while Zeynep was in and she looked at him like he’s dumb. He was playfully trying to get her out to eat and breathe the fresh air.

Awww he knows she likes onions in her wrap. Lol taking care of the girl. (A bit weird to you all, but he’s kinda treating her like how my dad would or anyone who cares for you would, no? Giving food and tempting them to eat after saying I'm not hungry. And Mehdi you are not doing this just because you think you have the responsibility of being a husband. You care for her. He even tells her that her house is next to him. He wants to fix her suffering, so he plans to have a dinner/meeting with her 2nd family, which I’m feeling is not a great idea. Sakine went to Zeynep’s second mother to beg, but more like commanding her to lie about Faruk. On the night of there was tension on both sides. I thought the meeting was going to be at the restaurant not at Zeynep second family’s home. How will they prove that Faruk is her brother? His sister is being annoying again, with triggering questions. Proud of Mehdi for standing up for ur wife. He even called his mother in law Anne (Mother in Turkish), you will know why I mentioned this if you seen the previous scenes.

Nooooo! I feel so bad! Mehdi believing Faruk is the brother now. The 2nd mother has lied for Zeynep! Mehdi is apologizing to Zeynep for not trusting her. No no no! It's going to get hard from here. Trust issues if he finds out!

Mehdi just found out the truth by himself!! Watch to find out how!! He is broken. This was one thing he hoped wasn't true. She hid that one truth and now it's out. Lies that bother you will come and get you! The truth can't always be hidden. When it comes out, it can be too late to fix the damage that could have been fixed earlier.

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gruvia drabble

~gruvia week: day five//heartache + day six//comfort~

author's note: now. its 12:14 AM as im starting this so like technicallyyyyy its day 6 lmao butttt its also kinda day 5??? and this fic just fits well with both categories. enjoy bbies<3

DSICLAIMER WAIT ok SO this one is a liiiittle heavy i aint gonna lie. its about gray dealing with his trauma a little bit after all these years. i feel like my bb is hurting and it should be addressed. things get kinda heavy, kinda cheesy, and this is deeeffffinitely repetitive from other stuff ive wrtitten before but hopefully i did my idea some justice. ok NOW enjoy<3333

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Gray peered his head over to the left. Then to the right. Then he spun a little bit. And then repeat.

"Gray, is everything alright?" Mira asked him from behind the bar as he sat--well, hardly-- on a stool.

"Yeah. I'm fine." He continued looking around, scanning the guild. "Hey, have you seen Juvia today?" He blurted.

Mira was taken aback by the insistence in his voice. "No, she and Gajeel took a mission last night. They should be back soon, though."

"What?" Gray spat out. He stopped looking around for a moment and had his eyes dead on Mira.

A playful idea popped in her mind. "You know, If you would just finally ask Juvia out on a date and made things official then I bet you'd know these things. After all, isn't the poor girl waiting for your answer?" She smirked, hoping to get a rise out of him while still speaking truth.

Gray blushed and anxiously furrowed his brows. "That doesn't have anything to do with this." He muttered, and then went back on track. "So she did go on a mission?"

"Um..." She paused and raised a brow. She couldn't figure out why Gray was acting so odd. "Yes she and Gajeel went on a job. She seemed very excited for it. It's her first mission since things with Alvarez happened."

"Yeah, I know that." He snapped. "Do you know anything about the job? Where it's at? How dangerous it is?"

Mira flinched. "No... she didn't say?"

"Shit." Gray ran a shaking hand through his hair.

"Are you sure you're alright, Gray?" She leaned towards him.

Gray looked at Mira and collected himself. "Yeah. Sorry. I- uh" He spastically rose from the stool. "I gotta' go."

Just as he began to leave, Juvia and Gajeel made their way through the guild doors. Both of their clothes were tattered and ripped, both of their hair was wilder than usual. Gajeel had an arm draped over Juvia as he hobbled on one leg, and Juvia was supporting him. That was all Gray could see from a distance, but he didn't stay that far for long.

"Juvia? Gajeel? What happened." Gray was quickly approaching them.

"Nothin' serious." Gajeel answered first. "Guess we're just a little out of practice since we spent an eternity building the guild back up." He huffed.

"Mira-san, do you know if Porlyusica-san is nearby?" Juvia finally spoke, but was still hiding a bit under Gajeel as she assisted him. "We think Gajeel-kun may have broken his ankle."

"She should be. I'll go get her and tell her to meet Gajeel in the infirmary." Mira replied and began to walk away.

"I'm alright, Rain Woman." Gajeel grunted and finally let his arm fall down from her shoulder. "Don't gotta' make a fuss."

"You're hurt, Gajeel-kun. You don't have to be so stubborn." She furrowed her brows.

Finally, she fixed her gaze onto Gray. "Hello, Gray-sama!" In a flash, her arms were draped around him and one of her feet was kicked in the air. Gray stumbled back and uncomfortably held his arms hovering over her.

"I would take my own advice if I were you. You took a pretty bad beating yourself. I bet you have a concussion." He nagged back.

"A what?" Gray quickly pulled Juvia away from him with his hands on her shoulder. That was the first time he got a good look at her face. Her lip was busted up, there was dry blood stained on her nose, and her left eye was almost swollen shut and it was turned a purple-ish color.

"Juvia's fine!" She nervously laughed as she tried to dim down the seriousness. "Nothing a kiss from my darling Gray-sama couldn't fix." Juvia sang and leaned towards Gray, but he was already gone.

He brushed right by her in a moment and had Gajeel grabbed by the neck of his collar.

"What the fuck happened?" Gray growled.

"Gray-sama!" Juvia yelled.

"What do you mean what happened?!" Gajeel barked back. "We went on a mission, we got thrown around a bit. This shit happens, Fullbuster, or are you suddenly new here?"

"Her face is completely beat to shit and she might have a fucking concussion?! What the fuck were you doing, huh? Sitting around twiddling your fingers as Juvia took that beating?!" At this point, Gray had backed Gajeel up on the wall.

"Gray-sama, stop this!" Juvia ran up to Gray and grabbed onto his shoulder, trying to pry him off, but it was no use.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Gajeel tried to ease up Gray's grip, but he was far too weak from the mission.

"Why didn't you protect her?!" Gray was practically screaming, only inches away from Gajeel.

"Please, Gray-sama!" Juvia cried out.

"Just step away, Ur!" Gray's voice cracked.

Juvia stopped. She took her hands off of Gray and took a step back. "...Ur?" She whispered.

"I-I-" Gray's hands shook even more, and his grip on Gajeel faded. "I mean, Ultear-- I mean-- Juvia!" He finally said, and his knees buckled as his hands unconsciously let go of Gajeel.

Gajeel's eyes were wide. He looked back from Gray to Juvia.

"I- I-" Gray's voice quivered, and his whole body went pale and cold. He finally looked at Juvia and was met with watered up eyes filled with sorrow and confusion. "I have to go." Gray said under his breath and practically ran out the guild.

No one said a word, and Juvia watched Gray run away from her. She felt completely helpless. It was obvious that he was hurting from something, and he needed someone.

"Juvia's going after him." She began out the guild, but Gajeel grabbed her wrist.

"Not until Porlyusica takes a look at ya'." His voice was gravely. "Plus I think he needs some time to himself anyway."

After Porlyusica treated Juvia with a couple stitches, some spells, and a potion, she felt much better and was ready to face Gray. She quickly went back to her apartment, put on some clean clothes, and made her way to Gray's place.

As she stood in front of his door, she fiund herself nervous--which was something that hardly happened when it came to Gray. Finally, she built up the courage to knock on his door.

He opened it with the normal cold look on his face, but his eyes looked emptt. He still remained as pale as he was that moment in the guild, and he just hardly looked like himself.

"Gray-sama, can-"

"I'm alright. Just go home." Gray quickly tried to close the door.

"Wait!" Juvia put a hand up and pushed.

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I'm just tired. Let me get some rest." They continued to struggle between the door until Gray finally won, getting the door shut.

"Gray-sama, please!" Juvia called out. "What happened earlier, that wasn't like you. You need to talk about whatever's on your mind, love." Her voice softened, and she hoped he stayed nearby to hear her.

"Please let me in. Juvia just wants to talk." After a long pause, the door slowly opened.

"Ok. Come in." Gray said under his breath and quickly walked away from the door.

Juvia hastily followed him, shutting the door behind her. She trailed behind as he made his was to his living room and sat down on his couch. She followed suit, sitting on an opposing chair in the room.

"So, whaddya' wanna' talk about?" He planted his elbows on his knees and leaned forward.

"Well..." Juvia nervously started. "Let's begin with your aggression towards Gajeel-kun."

"I just haven't gotten much sleep." He immediately replied. "I was tired, irritable, and I was pissed when I saw one of my comrades hurt."

Juvia felt the word "comrade" sting her fragile heart. "Alright..." She brushed it off. "Still, Gajeel-kun was hurt and you didn't seem as shaken by it."

"I dunno'." Gray sighed. "You looked in worse shape." He seemed to have an answer for everything.

"Then how about when you called Juvia 'Ur'?" He had no answer. He looked at a wall, away from Juvia. "Or when you called Juvia 'Ultear'?"

"Ok." Gray cleared his throat and stood up. "I think you should go." He walked to the door.

"Juvia isn't leaving." She stood up, but did not move her feet.

"Seriously. Go." Gray asserted.

"No. Juvia won't." Her voice was desperate.

"Please!" His voice got louder, giving out a crack. "Please leave, Juvia." His voice was low once again, and it was frail.

"Gray-sama," Her voice was sweet. "Please just talk to me. Seriously talk to me." She walked over to the door and closed it, and he did bot resist it.

"Is this about Invel?" She finally said. After seeing his reactions to everything and adding things up in her head, she came to this semi-conclusion.

"No." He turned from her. "This isn't about anyone but me. This is about--" Juvia saw tears fill his eyes. "This is about how everyone close to me in my life dies. They all die, and it's always for me. And I can't do shit for anybody."

"Gray-sama..."

"It's true. My mom, my dad, Ur, Ultear. They all sacrificed everything they had for me." His voice was raw.

"A-and-" The tears began to squeeze out as his voice shook. "You were almost one of them. Shit, you would have been one if them if Wendy hadn't showed up in the last second."

"But Juvia is not dead, Gray-sama." She approached him. "I'm right here. Alive."

"But you almost weren't!" He cried out. "I couldn't protect you just like I couldn't do for anyone else. I want to protect you more than I've ever wanted to protect anyone! That's how badly I needed you, and I still couldn't do it! And if I had lost you-- If i lost the person I care about more than anyone else--" He choked. "I would have nothing. I would just be a shell of a person."

Juvia felt tears trickle down her cheeks. "Gray-sama..."

"So I guess I'm still a little messed up from Ur and Ultear and everybody, alright?" He sounded exhausted. "I was on edge when I heard you went on job since it was the first one since Alvarez, and I was so close to losing you before, I snapped when I saw you like that. It all came back in a second. All the death, all the pain. It was all there. It was so real."

She didn't have any words. She simply closed the distance between them, and embraced Gray in a warm hug, wrapping her arms around his back, as she was pressed up against his chest.

He was so hurt. Juvia knew he had this past, but she never saw how much it truly effected him until right then. He felt helpess, and she wanted to be there to help him. She wanted to be the light in his life, just as he was to her. She wanted to keep him warm when he was his coldest, and right then, his body was shivering.

"I love you so much, Gray-sama." She turned her head so her cheek was pressed on him. "And Juvia is sorry she put you through that."

She pulled away and cupped his damp cheeks in her hands, staring right up at his flooded eyes.

"Juvia is not going anywhere. Juvia will live for you, Gray-sama, not die. Juvia will be by your side, forever and always, just as it should be. So please, don't worry so much about this anymore. Juvia will never leave you." She spoke gently.

"Juvia I--" He paused and instead wrapped his arms around her, bending slightly so his head was in her shoulder. "Thank you."

She glided a hand through his hair. "You're welcome, darling. And please, please talk to Juvia or anyone about this whenever you need to. You're clearly hurt, my love, and this isn't something that will just go away over night. Juvia will continue to go on jobs and she will continue to be ok. So please, no more outbursts like today? We can work through this, Gray-sama."

Gray stood up straight again. "I know. You're right, I'm sorry. And I definitely owe Gajeel and Mira and apology, too." He was much more calm than before.

"I love you, Juvia." Gray said, and with confidence. Juvia froze, and needed someone to pinch--no-- kick her to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

"You--?" Was all she could say as her eyes stretched wide open. Her heart was fluttering inside her body that remained completely still in that moment in time.

"Yeah, thanks, really great response." Gray blushed and nervously ruffled a hand through his hair.

Juvia responded to that with laughter as she jumped up onto Gray, tackling him to the ground with her hovering over him.

"I love you more, Gray-sama!" Juvia's smiled stretched from ear to ear. A moment went by where Gray said nothing besides chuckling. "Aren't you going to say 'I love you most'?"

Gray groaned with embarrassment and rubbed a hand over his face. "Ok, can I just take it back now?"

Once his hand was removed, Juvia quickly leaned in and kissed Gray, sweelty pushing her lips onto his as they mingled together for a few seconds or so.

"Nope!" Juvia giddily replied.

Gray looked up at Juvia, gleaming like he'd never seen her before, and smiled in admiration.

After all this time, she stayed by his side. And in the end, he knew that she would be there, no matter what. It was just as it should be. She was finally his, and he was finally hers.

He smirked. "Good. Didn't plan on it."

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Day 13: Can’t Do Both

Author’s Note: I know people aren’t the biggest fan of naming fics after songs but, I felt that this one fit perfectly even though the positions are reversed. This fic is my headcanon for why Bryce and my mc wouldn’t necessarily be official yet even after a year of seeing each other. This is set before my first fic about them uring Ally’s suspension from Edenbrook. Also, this fills my need for my MC’s to have at least one bad thing in their backstory. Hopefully, you like it! If you want to be tagged in my future fics for them, please let me know and I will do that. 

Book/Pairing: Open Heart (Bryce x MC)

Rating: PG-13

Summary:  Bryce finally gives Ally an ultimatum about the nature of their relationship and she makes her choice hoping that it isn’t too late to fix the hurt she caused. 

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Song: Can’t Do Both by Ingrid Andress https://open.spotify.com/track/6J6TFz0DLTFLo8UYzlvn6W?si=Bn2wPaDnQ0W7336QFPpNMQ

Ally had messed up, big time. Her nerves threatened to make her combust as she stood outside Bryce’s apartment. The details of their last words exchanged before he proceeded to give her the silent treatment replayed in her mind for the hundredth time since it happened. 

“Is that all I am to you?”

Bryce’s words still cut deep, but she deserved them. She had suddenly felt impossibly warm underneath his piercing stare, so full of disappointment and hurt. It was never meant to be anything more than friends with benefits between them, she wasn’t ready for a relationship and he was fine with it.

Until feelings got in the way for both of them. 

While he had gotten on board with that progression she continued to hold back. One minute she was opening up to him, saying maybe she was ready to take things to the next level and the next, she shut herself off and backtracked on the idea. For months now she’d been stringing him along for the ride and it had finally caught up with her. 

The heated discussion was all she could think about, how the lighthearted, confident personality she had come to love about him had been replaced with a much more serious version that only a select few ever got to see. So she knew even before his ultimatum that he was fed up with her indecisiveness.

“Of course not,” she answered when he asked the question, leaning up against the metal shelf behind her. “But, it’s not that simple. I--”

He cut her off. “Save it, Ally, I know. I’ve been patient and I want to take this slow too. But, I’m tired of not knowing where we stand period. You need to figure out what it is you want. Now.”

“Bryce--”

“No. Say that you want this or don’t. I can handle either one. But, I need to know which. I can’t just keep getting my hopes up when all you do is tear them back down again. I’ve dealt with that for practically my whole life back home,” he told her, the sudden bitterness sharp as a scalpel. “I don’t need that from you too.”

She had lowered her head, gaze fixed on the linoleum floor. A million responses floated in her brain but they all sounded cheezy and insincere with some excuse about her trust issues mixed in. So, she didn’t voice them because she knew that it would only worsen things.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered instead.

“Are you?” he accused, a light scoff displaying his doubtful attitude. 

Normally he was so positive that it caught her off-guard. 

Her brows furrowed. She never apologized so, when she did, she meant it.��“Yes! I know I have...issues...that I haven’t addressed properly. And I know that I’ve hurt people because of it. You’re not the first person you know. You’re just...”

She trailed off. 

Bryce tilted his head, his jaw clenched tight. “Just what Ally?”

She opened her mouth and then closed it, the slim moment of confidence vanishing. “Nothing.”

She couldn’t get the words, the feelings out. That immense fear and mistrust latched onto her heart once more, the one that kept getting her into trouble.

“See, you’re doing it now,” he stated loudly, rolling his eyes in frustration. “I wish you would just let me in Ally. Whatever happened to you, whoever the idiot was who hurt you, I am not him. So let me prove it to you for god sakes. And until you make up your mind, till you tell me what you want and actually stick to it, we need to stop seeing each other. For my sanity.”

His tone was clipped and before Ally could even muster a response, he was already leaving the supply closet. 

“Bryce...,” she exclaimed to no avail and he slipped out anyway. “Bryce, wait!”

But he was gone and she wasn’t sure that she would get him back, that despite his promising dialogue that it was already too late to save the best thing she had in years. 

Maybe ever. 

That’s how she ended up here, running through the pouring rain to travel the four blocks to his place having made her decision. She just hoped that he was ready to listen to her tell it, that he would believe that she was really done lying about how she felt. 

Swallowing down a lump that had formed in her throat, Ally set down the box she was holding, freeing her right hand to knock on the door. Her eyes wandered over the entire hallway, examining every minute crack in the wallpaper until she heard the door partially open and her breath caught in her throat. And suddenly, those eyes were on hers again. 

“Bryce,” she said in surprise, as he raised his eyebrows at her sopping wet clothing. “Wasn’t sure if you would even answer.”

She could tell that even after a week apart that he was still apprehensive and she didn’t blame him. “What do you want?”

“To apologize, which I don’t do that often.” Ally sighed before continuing. “Almost never actually. You were right, I shouldn’t have pushed you away like that, especially since you’ve given me no reason to. You don’t deserve that and I’m really sorry.” 

She silently cursed at herself as the carefully planned out speech she had prepared turned into a rambling mess. 

He began to soften to her, but the resistance wasn’t leaving completely either. “Is that all?”

She shook her head. “No. I also came here to give you your answer.”

Another heavy breath of air came gushing out as the familiar signs of fear encased her. The uncomfortable warmth, sweaty palms, and her heart hammering like a drum in her chest all present. But, this time, instead of letting it conquer her, she pushed past it. 

Biting her lip, she said, “I know what I want, and that’s you...us. You are the best thing that’s happened to me and I would be stupid to throw that away. I’ve known that for a while too, I just, I didn’t want to believe it.” She felt the tears on the back of her eyelids and paused, the urge to resist it palpable. Swallowing, she pressed on and let the words and the emotion that came with it out. “Because the last time I did, I was dumped the day before we were supposed to get married. I was left with an expensive wedding dress and a text message saying that our whole relationship was a mistake, that he didn’t think he loved me after all.”

The confession hit Bryce like a ton of bricks. “Ally...is that really...I had no idea.” Through the blurriness of tears, she took in his now guilt-ridden expression. “No wonder you’re so scared of love. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard--”

She stopped him. “--No, don’t. You didn’t know because I didn’t want you to. I don’t want almost anyone to know. And I’m not done yet.”

He closed his agape lips and regarded her silently. 

“It’s not loving that I’m afraid of, it’s of being lied to again, of not receiving that love back. And so I kept people at arm's length because it was easier to believe that every guy I met was a flight risk and to break their hearts before they could shatter mine.” Her gaze found his once more and she held it. “Until I met you. Suddenly I felt myself secretly hoping that you would be the one to prove me wrong. To make me believe again that I too could find the happily ever after my parents did.”

Ally wiped at the black streaks on her face, not quite able to rid herself of her desire to hide her emotions completely. 

“And that just terrified me,” she continued. “Made me worry that I was only setting myself up for disappointment all over again. But, that doesn’t excuse what I did to you. Because I’ve just been doing the same thing he did to me and that’s not okay.” She looked down at the gray carpet, his gaze becoming her Kryptonite once more. “So, here I am, if you even still want me here.”

Her words came out barely a whisper and her whole body shook from irrational dread. 

She braced herself for his response and was relieved when she felt his strong arms wrap around her tightly. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that. Of course, I do, Ally. I couldn’t stay mad at you even if I tried.”

“Thank you, for not giving up on me. You had every right to,” she responded. She pulled away slightly so that she could see his expression. 

He gave her a signature lopsided smile, one she hadn’t seen in forever. “I wouldn’t be Bryce Lahela if I didn’t. I mean my job is to literally put people back together,” he boasted lightly and she failed at containing a small laugh. “Seriously, Ally, I’ll always be here for you. I promise.”

“You do really know how to cheer me up,” she replied, a tearful smile spreading. 

Then, his eyes fell to the discarded box on the floor. “Um, what’s that?”

Following his inquisitive gaze, she gasped and let go for him to go grab it. 

“Oh, this?” She shrugged sheepishly. “It’s my way of making things up to you. Whenever I had a fight with my siblings, our parents made the instigator do this for the others afterward. I know family isn’t a pleasant topic for you but, it’s a little custom I’m used to so...”

Bryce examined its contents and his smile grew. “I think I can live. Just because I didn’t have the best childhood doesn’t mean I’m bothered by good memories of others.” A few seconds later, he looked up at her his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Wait, is this...?”

“Yep, every Hitchcock movie on DVD,” she confirmed. “And the biggest bag of Gourmet Chicago style popcorn I could get my hands on.”

He whistled appreciatively, rocking on his heels. “You really pulled out all the stops, that must’ve been pricey.”

“Oh, it was my wallet was not happy. But, you’re worth it. Plus, I suddenly have a lot of time on my hands due to this suspension. I take it this means that you...like it?”

He answered with a kiss. “Like it? Ally, it’s perfect. And, it’s a good thing my roommate isn’t home, because I already have the first choice in mind.”

Her grin widened. “That is fantastic because I cannot wait to get out of these wet clothes.”

“And I’m looking forward to helping you out of them,” he quipped raising an eyebrow mischievously.

She groaned at his obviously suggestive comment but followed him inside more at peace than she had been in weeks taking this as a sign that things were finally turning around for her. 

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