#a car crash would be better though. just. y’know.

[findafight]

Funniest part of Charles having cancer is that my grandpa might live to see his fourth British coronation

#finda’s rambles #british royal family #not to take pleasure in someone’s misfortune buuuuuuut #he’s 97 and scoffed when commentators said it was a once in a lifetime event for some #and said it was his third. ok grandpa. show Charles who’s boss #king charles #king charles cancer #I guess I should tag so people can block this too #cancer isn’t funny but a man who has been born into privilege that has said eco fash shit and doesn’t believe in modern medication…well… #a car crash would be better though. just. y’know.

[strayzband]

The camera comes to focus on the inside of a car. Sitting beside me in the back is Stuart Pot, dressed in an old hoodie and skinny jeans. His ponytail is even messier than usual. He rubs his head so intensely that his beanie is starting to slip off. I’m not sure he notices.

Alright! Thank you for agreeing to this

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My hand suddenly comes into view as Stuart shakes it. I don’t know how to feel. I’m not really supposed to be on camera. He lets go and holds his hand up, and I fall silent before asking the first question.

Hol’ on… yew mind if I…?

The camera nods up and down.

Not at all! Go ahead.

Smiling at me, Stuart reaches past Russel to roll down the window and makes a joint with frightening speed. Certainly looks like he made it quickly though. From the front, Noodle looks back at him and frowns as he lights it and takes a long drag, and immediately starts coughing his lungs up.

…Are you alright?

He nods, eyes watering.

Okay… Ah’ve made it past the chokin’ phase, ah’ll be awright now.

He hits it again, and immediately starts coughing his lungs up. Noodle turns back around. Russel slaps him on the back, and smoke blows out of his mouth.

Eh, fanks, Russ…

I clear my throat. The car is rapidly filling with smoke, even with the window down.

Can I start the interview now?

Stuart grins.

‘Course yew can!

I’ll start simple. Anything you’d mind sharing about the upcoming album?

‘m not s’possed to say much… but i’s real good! Trust!

He grins at me, and it’s clear I’m not getting any more than that. I move on.

I need to know – why, after everything that happened, did you decide to join a new band?

Stuart shrugs, a hand in his ponytail.

Got kidnapped. N’ I di’n’t have anyfink better to do, so I though’ I migh’ as well, y’know?

…Interesting. And, what do you think of your bandmates?

If I thought he was smiling before, it’s nothing compared to the reaction to that question. He positively beams at me.

Luv em. The lot’uh em. Noodle’s my favourit’, probably. She’s well cool, she is, love her. We, uh, we play games n’ stuff. ‘S fun. Russ’s great too, though! Don’t talk all’at much, but ‘e’s real real cool when ‘e does. Cool when ‘e doesn’t, too. E’s a listener, ain’t he? We needed on’a those.

He pauses for a moment too long, then grins.

‘N Murdoc’s me best mate. Place would be borin’ wi’out ‘im.

Hmm. Well, this is just something I’ve been wondering… why dye your hair blue? Is there any meaning behind the colour?

I di’nt dye it.

I pause.

Did somebody else?

Nah. When ah was a kid, yeah, I used to climb trees a load. Freaked my mum out, I thought it was a right laugh, I did. Always liked trees. Nice t’ have sumthin’ bigger th’n yew about. ‘Neway, so one day ah was up in one by me house, n’ I tripped n’ fell on me arse, totally cracked me head against the street. Wild. All my hair came straight out, n’ it grew back this colour. Hasn’t gone away yet. Whole thing’s mad wicked.

That didn’t make any sense, so for my own sake I assume he’s high. I file the whole thing away as interesting trivia.

I notice Stuart has been looking at me expectantly every time I start to ask a question. I’m not sure what exactly he wants.

Stuart? Are you hoping I’ll ask something specific?

He shrugs, a boyish smile on his face.

Well, y’asked Muds abo’ those rumours ‘bout us. Thought yew might ask me too, dunni?

I hesitate for a moment, before remembering that Stuart is far less… dangerous than Murdoc. Maybe he’ll actually give me something I can use.

Well, are they true?

He just keeps smiling at me. From up so close, I can see the chip stuck between his teeth. Murdoc, who’s been driving, is carefully watching. I’m honestly tempted to tell him to keep his eyes on the road.

Yeah.

Murdoc nearly crashes the car. He glares at the both of us.

Murdoc: He’s a liar!

Stuart laughs, slipping down his seat until his feet rest against the back of Murdoc’s head.

Am not! I c’n prove it!

Before I have the chance to take him up on the offer, Murdoc twists back in his seat and grabs my camera. The video goes black as Murdoc can be heard swearing while Stuart laughs, before it cut out.

#gorillaz #gorillaz au #2d gorillaz #2doc #strayz #strayz au #interviews #phase 0

[decayingcupid]

yan!sweetheart (lucy marell) x gn!reader | tw: slight yandere behaviour, mentions of injuries/a car crash

a 20 year old starting college, lucy was quickly known around campus for being extremely well-liked. always willing to lend a hand to help her peers and faculty, the word most used to describe lucy was sweet.

with soft brown hair, big brown eyes, and a penchant for cute yet comfy looking clothes, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that she had a few admirers; most of them were too intimidated by her status as campus princess to ever ask her out, though, and the ones brave enough to shoot their shot were shut down immediately (although the rejection was so polite they could never be too upset about it).

lucy didn’t have many close friends, but she was friendly with everyone, so it was inevitable that some of the more gossipy students ask her about her disinterest in dating. they always got the same answer:

“i’m just waiting for the one, y’know?”

growing up, lucy was rather isolated. after being hit by a car at the young age of seven, lucy’s life was spent in and out of hospitals for a not-insignificant amount of time.

during this period lucy spent much of her time alone. her parents were preoccupied with work; her older brother with school. the only person lucy saw regularly was the nurse her parents hired to watch over her, helping to make sure she could heal properly.

unfortunately for said nurse, lucy wasn’t exactly thrilled about the many months of bedrest. in order to keep her from her rambunctious antics the nurse gave her the best medicine she could think of: romance books.

although lucy wasn’t very interested in adventure or nonfiction, she quickly latched on to romance stories. tales of princes saving princesses, of childhood friends turned more, of girls-next-door’s falling for bad boys; every love story she could find, lucy devoured.

to her nurse and family, this had a positive effect on her! not only did she start to gain an impressive vocabulary, but her one-track-mind kept her from overexerting her already weakened state.

it wasn’t until she grew older that her fascination with romance novels started to show in her interactions with other people.

even once she was well enough to attend school again, lucy mostly kept to herself. she had no interest in making friends, and clearly avoided any potentially romantic interactions.

by the time she got to college lucy had become more extroverted, making many casual friendships, but she still kept everyone at arm’s length. why? because she needed to save room for her love interest, of course!

lucy didn’t know when she’d find love, but she knew better than anyone how much it would change her life. after all, in all of her favorite stories, once the main characters fell in love and lived happily ever after they didn’t have many scenes with the secondary cast.

and so, lucy spent her days diligently studying, watching romcoms, and showing kindness to everyone she encountered (just like a romance heroine)!

until you walked in.

despite her adoration of them, lucy had never quite believed the scenes of love at first sight, the way time stops and everything else dims. but that day she realized how much they underexaggerated.

lucy swears the first time she saw you her heart stopped in her chest.

it was like everything fell into place.

now all she had to do was make sure your love story went off without a hitch ♡

you, on the other hand, had no clue what had just occurred, the life changing effect you’d had on someone you’d never even talked to. after all, you were much too preoccupied with your failing grades.

it wasn’t that you didn’t understand the material. but it had only taken a month at college for you to be completely burnt out, so much so that you misplaced your notes and didn’t end up studying - and it showed in your test scores. you tried to explain to the professor that it was just a slip up, that you’ll try harder from now on, but you could tell they weren’t buying it.

unfortunately, that failure meant that you had no choice but to ace the upcoming class project, worth a large chunk of your grades for the semester. luckily for you the professor took the opportunity to set you up with the class’s best student in hopes their good study habits might rub off on you.

lucy couldn’t have been more excited when she heard that you were working on this project together. a perfect meet-cute! (just ignore how she’d been stalking your social media for almost a week. and how she’d stolen one of your notebooks, just to trace her fingers over your handwriting. how was she supposed to know you wouldn’t be able to study without it?)

but that was okay! it was her borrowing that brought you two together, after all!

and now she had the perfect chance to impress upon you that she’s the only best candidate for your sweetheart! ♡

#i’ll probably do a part 2 later #to get more into her yan tendencies hehe >:3c #yandere #yandere girl #yandere girl x reader #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere imagines #oc: lucy marell #cupids arrow

[hamsamwich23]

Snowed in (Unreality au one shot)

Words: 1,288

⚠️⚠️⚠️Content and trigger warnings include the following:  Implied s/h, implied gore and violence, depressive thoughts.⚠️⚠️⚠️

This is my part of a trade i’m doing with: @phantom-of-the-ruckus !!! they requested something with Twenty and Scout and I chose to destroy them with hurt/comfort. I apologize if it sounds a bit rushed, my head has been killing me all day smh 

Oc mentioned: Kai belongs too @/the-new-kiddo-on-the-block :]

PRO//SHIPPERS AND PEOPLE WHO SEXUALIZE/ROMANTICIZE/GLORIFY THESE TOPICS WILL BE BLOCKED IF FOUND INTERACTING!! WEIRD COMMENTS ABOUT THESE TWO CHARACTERS WILL BE REPORTED AND BLOCKED!! THEY ARE BOTH MINORS!!

Anyways, enjoy my writing! I will now crawl into a void for the rest of the month/j

“So…you guys don’t celebrate Christmas, huh?”

“No..well, not really. We don’t celebrate Christmas but we DO celebrate new years by giving each other gifts and celebrating. It’s like a party that we throw once a year for ourselves”

 “I see.” 

It was past midnight. Twenty and Scout were currently in Twenty’s room, sitting on the bed with his blanket wrapped around the two of them. The bedroom as well as outside was completely pitch black, however, they could still clearly see the heavy snow outside that was falling at a fast rate. Everything outside was already covered with a thick blanket of snow. And with the way it was going it probably wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. 

“Why do they wait til new years?”

“It’s because the holidays are kinda….hard for them. They had issues with celebrating their birthday before, And I guess Christmas just..takes a lot out of them. I guess new years just works better for them? In a way. To them it’s a way to celebrate being alive without Owen controlling them..They have a party held all night, it’s pretty neat”

“That sounds cool, actually…I wonder if they would let me and Kai come over and join…I mean, if you all were okay with it of course.” “yeah, I don’t think they’d mind much. I mean….they told me I could celebrate Christmas with you guys if I wanted too, so there’s that” “epic”

Scout nodded, letting out a sigh as he leaned on Twenty, holding onto the blanket. “Riley’s gonna be joining us this time..I’m not sure how to feel about it…I mean, we’re getting along, which is good, she’s trying to be an actual parent to me, I just…I dunno. It’s complicated. It feels complicated”

“And that’s okay, you’re allowed to feel that way Scout, especially considering…everything that happened.” “Yeah…She finally apologized for everything, she’s…she’s trying, and it’s been better with her..I just have…mixed feelings about. Everything, y’know?” “I understand, Scout..I’m sure it’ll be okay. Just try to relax alright? It’s okay to feel this way about her. I’m happy you guys are improving though” 

“Yeah, it’s definitely been nicer..Riley even said she might take me somewhere for my birthday this year…hopefully she’ll still want too after I tell her I almost crashed the car..the tire’s still gotta be replaced before I go back home”

“I’m sure she will, it wasn’t your fault, the roads were really icy when you got out of work right? Just tell her what happened.”

“You’re right. She’s a bit of a bitch sometimes but she’ll understand”

“Kai and I can Replace the tire tomorrow, that way you won’t have anything to worry about”

“I mean, I’m not too worried. That car lasted longer than the WAREHOUSE did, I’m convinced that somehow it’s invincible”

“I’m surprised they havent gotten a new van, honestly”

“They were talking about it the other day, so maybe…”

Scout laid herself down on the bed and looked back outside the window “I know the car can be fixed…it’s not…really the car I’m worried about right now, or even Riley”

“Hmmm…”

Twenty carefully laid down beside him, covering them both with the warm blanket. “Are you okay, Scout?”

“...eh, no not really. I’m….worried…I, am always worried about something, but right now it’s…”

Twenty reached over and gently squeezed her plush hand. “What’s on your mind Scout?”

“...it’s gonna be my birthday in a few days, and I’ll be seventeen…then in ANOTHER year i’ll be eighteen. I’ll be a legal adult…by the hosts standards in this Country, but still…it doesn’t…feel right”

“Hmmmm…are you worried about being an adult?” “mmm, yes and no. I just…feel off. Nothing is going to change that much and I know that. No matter what I’m still going to be me...And I’m excited to actually be able to do more….I-I just..”

He shuddered and looked down at his arms. Normally he kept bandages on, at all times. Including at night, or when he would sleep. But right now having them off would be just fine. The injuries on his arm were healing. There were many scars and marks all over..a majority of them were old. There were some that were even giving off a faint purple glow…he hadn’t lost either of his arms since he was thirteen after…an incident with a host, so there were quite a lot. Most of them were caused by him repressing and hiding the fact that he had dark magic. The effects of hiding it were painful and took a heavy toll on him. When he stopped repressing it though, it stopped hurting as much. And her arms had begun to heal. Whether they were caused by the side effects of that magic…or…other reasons.

“..I’ve been through a lot. We all have. And I just….I didn’t think I’d make it this far, Twenty…I didn’t think I’d still be alive by now”

“...Scout…”

Scout didn’t say anything. He just rolled over to face Twenty, who held his arms out for the stuffed creature. Scout quickly accepted and leaned right into him. Burying his face into Twenty’s chest as Twenty wrapped his arms around Scout, holding her in a firm hug. 

“I’m here for you okay? We all are…your family, me, Kai…we’ll help you get through this”

Scout sniffled, hugging Twenty and nodding his head. “Thank you..”

“No need to thank me…will you be okay?”

“y-yeah..I’ll be okay..”

“Is there anything I can do for you at this moment”

“I’m tired..I just wanna rest right now..”

“We can definitely do that. It’s late anyways and I’m sure even by now Kai is asleep.”

Scout nodded, yawning softly and leaning into Twenty. “Mmmmm…is it still snowing outside?” “Yeah, it’s really coming down right now…I don’t know if you’ll be able to drive home tomorrow either” “Dammit…I’ll just call Riley in the morning..tell her I’m staying with you until it’s safe to drive home… How deep is the snow gonna be?” “not sure, but it’s probably going to end but being….at least knee high?” “huh…if it weren’t midnight right now, I’d go jump in it”

“Hah! Scout that sounds C O L D. You’d end up freezing!”

“Maybe….it would be worth it though”

Twenty chuckled, kissing the top of Scout’s head “you’re silly. You can mess around in the snow tomorrow if you want, after we fix the car. I can make us all something to eat afterwards, if you want to help with that too”

“You’re so sweet..” Scout whispered, resting his head on Twenty’s shoulder. You’re the coolest guy I’ve ever met…being with you…really helps me, a lot..thank you, Twenty”

“I’m happy to be here with you, and be here for you”

Scout’s tail wagged softly as he kissed Twenty’s cheek before rolling over and closing his eyes. “I’m gonna try to sleep now…g’night Twenty, I love ya”

“I love you too,” Twenty replied softly, keeping his arms around Scout. He felt Scout hug onto one of his arms. 

He sighed as he rested his head down against Scout’s back. Closing his eyes and pulling Scout closer, as Scout began snoring softly.

Before Scout slept each night he would let his moth wings free. They were retractable, much like his second pair of arms. Normally Twenty didn’t care at all. They had been very soft and comfortable to rest against…Scout enjoyed having them, he loved flying with them and he loved showing off tricks he learned to Twenty…

But now, he couldn’t help but think he could have done more to prevent  the painful sight of Scout’s moth wings…

Or rather, what little remained of the poor wings.

#hello puppets #unreality au #hello puppets midnightshow #hello puppets au #hello puppets unreality au #sams writing #my writing #twentyxscout #unreality scout #unreality twenty #DO NOT TAG AS IZ!!!!

[g0ttal0ve101]

Confession

Note: RIAM ATTACK 💥💥 ok but seriously I haven’t written anything in weeks bc I’m deathly ill soooo here’s this to make up for it! TW: domestic abuse, kidnapping, obsessive behavior.

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“You fucking anorexic whore!”

One more drink should cast the thought away for good this time. At least, that’s what Riley kept telling herself. Cup after cup, song after song, she found herself almost too drunk to even think straight. That was fine. It was better than thinking about him going off with another girl.

The booze took away from the pain of her bruise planted underneath her eye, but it didn’t help her escape from the looks she kept getting from the other guests at the party. She figured she must have looked awful — Many others would beg to differ. Even with that nasty purple wound on her pale complexion, she was one of the prettiest girls of Woodlyn High. With eyes that resembled a meadow after sweet spring rain and hair the color of ravenous flames, it was hard not to spare a glance or two. Although, Jordan didn’t seem to think that. And if he didn’t care to look at her, she knew that she wasn’t worth looking at.

“Hey.”

God, that voice was painfully familiar. Turning her head in the direction of the sound, she let out a soft groan. “Huh?”

There she saw Thomas Hall — The valedictorian of her grade and host of this party. He leaned over her like a hawk preying upon its next meal with a sick grin plastered on his face. She knew whatever was going to be said or done wasn’t going to be good. Trying desperately to think of a way out, she notably took in her surroundings again. He chuckled from the sight.

“You single?”

“Fuck off, Thomas…”

“No, seriously. Did Jordan break up with you?”

There was a pause for a brief moment or two. Putting the brim back to her lips and chugging down the rest of the alcohol contained within it, she prayed to God that she wouldn’t say something she’d ultimately regret.

It was almost inevitable once she opened her mouth. “For now, yeah…mmh, to go out with ‘nother bitch tonight. He’ll be back tomorrow…” Her words slurred together miserably as she became almost incomprehensible.

Thomas sat down beside her, presumably locking into the conversation. Only then did she see his three friends behind him; David Nixon, Freddy Brooks, and Charlie Allen. It seemed like her future was getting darker and darker as time progressed. It wasn’t a good idea to get involved with these guys. Once they have even a little piece of information to hold above your head, they’ll be able to control your every move. That must be what they’re trying to accomplish right now. Riley scoffed from the thought.

“Well, y’know…I’ve always had the hots for you, Riley.” Thomas hummed, grabbing her empty cup to pour stronger alcohol inside. She had almost forgotten she was sitting in the kitchen by herself where all the drinks were. However, she didn’t recognize this brand. It must be expensive. “My door’s always open.”

“Fuck you and your door.” She spat right back at him, snatching the cup from his hand and taking a hesitant sip. “I won’t fuck on a pussy ass momma’s boy. Skip me on that.”

That description he heard of himself made his smile widen. She rejected him. That made this even more fun. “Isn’t Jordan a momma’s boy? I figured you just had a type. Anyway though, wanna go bust him and that slut?”

Her eyes turned to saucers. “What…?”

“They’re fucking in her car right now.” The rasp in his voice grew thicker as he grew more eager for her reaction. “Don’t you wanna show them who’s in charge, Riley? Don’t you want him back?”

All those words rubbed her in all the right ways. If she were sober, she could’ve seen through his cunning tactics. However, she couldn’t even see straight anymore, so there was no way of indicating anything was astray. She believed him without a second of a doubt.

Standing up wasn’t so easy. Placing her weight on her feet and stumbling forward, she crashed into a chair immediately. It wasn’t until Thomas grabbed a hold of her that she managed to fix her posture.

“Get off me.” Riley snapped, shoving him away as harshly as she could in the moment. It felt like her body was moving in slow motion. The alcohol surely did numbers in her. Once she felt his hands on her again, she raised her voice. “I SAID GET THE FUCK OFF ME, YOU STUPID MANWHORE! GOD!”

His laughter indicated he got the reaction he wanted all along. It made her sick to her stomach to think about. The trek began shortly after without another word exchanged between them.

People. Lights. Music. Everything disorientated the drunk girl entirely. She made sure to keep her eyes on Thomas while navigating her way through the crowd, but every now and then she believed she spotted Jordan in the crowd and lost her focus. When that happened, Charlie continued to shove her forward. She was too tired to scold him. Besides, she knew that he was only doing that because he wanted Thomas’s approval.

“Where’s the car?” Her voice murmured as she nearly knocked into an innocent bystander. “Mmh…I don’t gotta nice knife on me…only this shitty pocket one.”

The back door opened. December air smacked against their faces as they stepped out onto the porch. Although it was so cold, Riley felt warmer and lighter than ever. The thought of killing this bitch became more prominent and exciting to the point she trembled a bit with each step. Bliss that overwhelmed her systems suddenly grew sour as Thomas turned to face her, clearly having some sort of ace up his sleeve. She was too drunk to care. All she wanted was to beat this girl’s ass for touching Jordan in ways Riley could never hope to.

“Okay, I’ll deal with the bodies after you’re done.” Thomas bubbled as the two of them started down the steps. It was only then that she noticed the other three guys weren't following along. It freaked her out a little but the alcohol in her system, again, drowned out the worries. “I mean, you’re gonna kill Jordan too, right?”

With a scoff, she flicked out the pocket knife. “No.”

That wasn’t the answer he was expecting. Raising an eyebrow and scanning the driveway area for her car, he pondered his thoughts out loud. “But he cheated on you and beat your ass. Don’t you think that's—?”

Sticking her index finger against his chest and getting in his face, she drunkenly blabbered. “Shut the hell up, Thomas! Having sex with some girl don’t mean shit! He still loves me! He still loves me...” Her voice trailed off as she desperately tried to convince herself that was the case. Thomas simply observed her behavior with a smug grin.

“No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t and that’s okay. I have a client who’ll be more than willing to show you the love you deserve.”

Her eyes darted toward him and in that second, she almost saw the look of empathy on his face. However, as quickly as that expression came, it went. David snatched her up from behind and shoved a cloth drenched in chloroform across her mouth and nose, tightly gripping her so she couldn’t squirm away. Thomas had thought she was pretty before but with that horrified expression, she looked absolutely stunning.

“It’s okay, don’t fight it! David’s not a pervert or anything. Well, at least not toward girls—!”

“Shut the fuck up before I knock you out next...” David grumbled, knowing damn well she might be acquainted with Lucian. (Which was more or less the reason why he was being so gentle with her.)

With a harsh shove to the back, Riley found herself being throttled into the backseat of a beat-up car. Only then did she understand that this was all a set up. Jordan wasn’t out here at all. In fact, he was probably at home with a bitch he found at the party already. Tears welled in her eyes from the thought. Although, it didn’t do her any good to cry.

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By the time Riley regained consciousness, she had forgotten what happened. She figured she was in her own bed, falling behind on making breakfast for her little brother. For that reason alone, she got up despite her rough hangover and began stumbling around the dimly lit room to get changed. She reached for her dresser only to see her reflection staring right back at her — A mirror.

But she didn’t have any mirrors in her room.

“You’re awake.”

Riley let out a sharp gasp and nearly collapsed onto the piece of furniture, trying to decipher the dark figure standing by the door. The sound of its lock sealing echoed throughout the room.

Her immediate response was to grab the pocket knife from her jacket. However, when her hand went to tuck itself away and search for it, she found that her jacket was missing. Not only that, but so were her pants and shoes. Her heartbeat rang throughout her eardrums.

“A-Are you scared?” The voice grew soft and shaky. All the fear that she felt once before became a bit muffled whenever hearing the silhouette’s tone. “D…Don’t be scared. I hope T-Thomas didn’t hurt you…” Approaching her, Riley finally saw his face.

“Or he’d be breaking the deal.”

Beyond confused, Riley’s shoulders drooped and her eyebrows furrowed. “Sam…? Sam, is that you?”

Sam, one of Riley’s only friends, stood before her. Grasping onto his sweater and swallowing against the lump in his throat, he nodded sheepishly. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s m…me.”

There was a brief pause. Sam’s mind spiraled in circles as he tried to muster out the words he wanted to assure her with. Even knowing that this could be Sam’s doing, Riley waited patiently for him to get out what he needed to say. And for that reason, he couldn’t help but feel more attracted to her.

“I-I want y-yuh…you to be m…” Clenching his eyes shut and lowering his head, he couldn’t bear to look her in the eye. “…my girlfriend! Please be my girlfriend, Riley!”

Her eyes widened like saucers. This was the first time she had ever received a confession like this. The only reason she and Jordan were dating was because she begged him to be her boyfriend. That’s why whenever she saw Sam like this, she couldn’t help but see herself.

“Sam…”

“I put poison in Jordan’s drink last night. He’s in critical condition at the hospital.” His voice went monotone, thick and dull. All emotion he once had completely drained away. “I’m the only one with the antidote. If you don’t break up with him I-I’ll let him fucking die. I’ll let him die, Riley, and he’s gonna hurt.”

Even when saying such horrible things, Riley was astonished by the glint of pure obsession embedded in his irises. He loved her. Even if they hardly spoke before this, even if this was the first time she truly locked eye contact with him, he loved her more than Jordan ever did.

“…Okay.”

“Wh…What?” Sam’s voice shook as he snapped out of his state of delusion. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. No, not even that — He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Riley was smiling ear to ear. She didn’t look hurt or upset or anything. Rather, she appeared to be in utter bliss from the threat. Laughter escaped her throat as she held herself tight. “Okay! I’ll break up with him and get with you. That’s fine. So, get the antidote to him.”

Blinking in utter disbelief, Sam took a step or two backward. “A-Are you ser—?”

“You have no idea how serious I am.” She hummed, closing her eyes and lowering her head. “I’d do anything for him. Anything at all. So if that means I have to break up with him to save him, I will. So, please. Please give him the antidote, Sam.”

That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. Balling his hand into a fist instinctively, repulsion overwhelmed his system. “Do you really love him that much e-even after…all he’s done to you?”

“I do.” Riley murmured, almost ashamed. “Is that really such a bad thing? Everyone treats me like a whore because I let him do whatever he wants to me, but isn’t that what love is? To sacrifice and devote yourself to them? Wouldn’t you do the same?”

Sam blinked in disbelief for a moment or two before averting his gaze elsewhere. “I wouldn’t h-hit you, Rie.”

Those words sent a shock wave through her system. Even if he avoided her eyes, she stared through his soul and listened intently.

“I’d never hit you,” he continued while clenching at the ends of his sweater. “I’d never call you names, I’d n-never make you cry, I’d never abandon you, a…and I’d never let anyone hurt you! When was the last time he’s h…eld you, that he told you how p-p…pretty you are? Riley…Riley, that’s what love is!”

Tears rolled down her cheeks, although she wasn’t sure why. All she could do was laugh and wipe them away, knowing that what Sam had said was the truth. It hurt. But in the same breath, she was in pure bliss knowing that someone cared enough to answer her.

Wiping away her tears with the sleeve of his sweater, Sam leaned in close to her figure. “I want to show you th…that, Riley. Please let me treat you h-how he should’ve been treating you this entire t…ime.”

Riley couldn’t help but blush whenever he progressed toward her. If he kept it up, they’d be in kissing range sooner than later. She wasn’t opposed to the idea. Although, she was a bit nervous to be jumping from one man to the next.

Sparing a glance or two at his lips, she found her self control and took a step back. When seeing his stunned expression, he avoided his acid eyes at all costs. “Sam…”

Respecting her boundaries and laying off the pressure, he rewarded her with personal space and tried his hardest to keep the disappointment off his face. After all, he understood it wasn’t her fault. Jordan was the one to blame for her hesitance.

“Sorry. Sh-Sh…ouldn’t rush things.” Sam murmured, although his face told another story.

While she knew she wasn’t in danger, Riley couldn’t help but feel the heat against the back of her neck growing in size. Wanting to clarify her reasoning behind not indulging in his affection, she found herself stammering just as he does. “If Jordan ever found out…”

Jordan. Jordan, Jordan, Jordan. That’s all she ever wanted to talk about. Had he really captivated her heart that much? There weren't any redeeming qualities Sam could pick out for a reason as to why Riley would care for him so dearly; He had an average face, a horrible attitude, and no sense of loyalty whatsoever. So, why? Why did Riley love him so much?

Lost in thought, Riley remained quiet. It wasn’t until Sam grasped her face and caressed the wound underneath her eye that she snapped out of the delusion.

“You deserve so much more than that, Riley. Don’t you get it?” His voice was gentle and reassuring. Despite knowing that he wasn’t going to hurt her, she still couldn’t help but flinch from his words. “I’m sure you don’t. That’s why I’ll…I’ll…I’ll teach you.”

“T-Teach me?”

“It’s not as scary as it sounds.” Sam chuckled, releasing her from his grasp and gazing at his shaky hands. “As long as you trust me.”

#oc: sam vega #friend’s oc: riley morgan #riam ❤️🩷 #wpw #101’s wpw

[heyhellohihowareyou]

Bittersweet

Day 4 of Maeiso Week: Birthday

AO3 Link Song Rec

Birthdays are supposed to be a cheerful time to spend with your family and other people you love. That may be true but it’s hard to happily celebrate someone’s birthday when that someone isn’t alive anymore.

Today was Isogai’s father’s birthday. Of course Isogai was feeling more gloomy than usual no matter how hard he tried to hide it. The death of his father was about four years ago, so long ago but it didn’t feel as such.

His death was so unexpected. Now, Isogai was aware that nothing lasted forever at the time, he always did. It’s just that it started off as an average day. His dad was going off to work as usual, nothing out of the ordinary. Soon it started to drizzle, then it started to rain, then thunder rolled around. It was already late and Isogai’s dad should have been back by now. That was when Isogai’s mother got that dreadful call.

Her husband was gone. A car crash on the way home took his life. Neither Ayame or Isogai could believe it. They were expecting him to come home and greet them with a smile but instead they were greeted with immense despair. Isogai has always been haunted by that day. Now it was his father’s birthday and all that did was just remind Isogai how much he missed him. He tried his best to not show his sorrow all day but of course, Maehara could easily see right through him.

Fortunately, that day Isogai’s boss let him have a break from work. Isogai had no idea what to do so he just spent the whole day cleaning. If he couldn’t work, he could clean. He needs at least something to keep his mind occupied that day. His mom had the same idea as well and cleaned with him. Both Yume and Yuki were confused by their frantic cleaning but decided to help out anyways.

During their session of frantic cleaning, there was some knocking on the door. Isogai opened the door to see Maehara holding a plastic bag that had flowers and from the looks of it food. In his other hand he was an umbrella since it was raining outside. Rain, just great.

“Wanna go on a quick trip?”

Isogai looked at him a bit confused.

“Look, I know that it’s your dad’s birthday so you’re feeling a bit more down than usual so I figured that we should go visit him at his grave, y’know.” Maehara said a bit nervously

Isogai didn’t respond instead he just looked at Maehara blankly which gave him a slight panic

“Y’know what? In hindsight this probably would have made you feel even worse. Hehe, what was I thinking? I’m such an idiot. I’m sorry, I’ll lea-”

Before Maehara could leave, Isogai pulled on the end of of Maehara’s jacket, “Wait, I’ll go.”

“You sure? Don’t feel like you have to just because I asked. I’d understand.”

“It’s fine. Surprisingly, I haven’t went there in months. I kinda owe it to him.”

Maehara nodded as Isogai turned to his mother, “Mom, I’m going somewhere for a while, okay?”

“Okay, honey. Be careful though, it’s raining.”

“I promise.”

Isogai put on some shoes and a coat and grabbed his umbrella to leave out with Maehara.

Isogai felt sick to his stomach all the way there. As he said before, he hasn’t visited his father’s grave in a while and he just felt really guilty about it. But he’d feel even guiltier if he didn’t go with Maehara. It was such a kind gesture and besides, he was trying to avoid the topic of his dad all day but it’s better to face it head on.

The walk was silent, unlike any walks they had before. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of raindrops hitting the ground. Even in this case, Maehara couldn’t find anything to say. What could he say exactly?

They walked all the way to the graveyard in absolute, dreadful silence until they managed to find Isogai’s dad’s gravestone. Maehara put down the flowers and the food and Isogai got himself in the prayer position while Maehara held the umbrella over him.

Isogai always appreciated how much Maehara cared about him. Maehara never really got why, he always just saw it as simple help. That simple help always meant the world to Isogai. Simple actions like asking if he was alright, walking him home from the cafe, watching his younger siblings, and other things always brightened up his day. Anytime there was darkness Maehara was always there to light a path.

“I’m sorry.” Maehara said while Isogai was still praying.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?”

Maehara sighed, “Well, I couldn’t think of any other way to cheer you up and this certainly didn’t help.” Maehara looked down at his muddy shoes avoiding eye contact, “I just wish I could have done something more, I’m sorry.”

Now Isogai wasn’t sure what to say. It’s rare to see Maehara like this. So glum and stuff.

“Maehara, you don’t have to feel sorry. I honestly needed this. I couldn’t ignore my dad’s death all day,” Isogai let out a bittersweet sigh, “I have to accept it, y’know?”

Maehara dropped the umbrella and Isogai looked to see what the problem was. Maehara was trying to cover up his face but it was clear that he was crying.

“Maehara? What’s wro-”

“NOTHING! Nothing’s wrong. I just got something in my eyes, hehe.” Maehara let out a forced laugh.

Isogai sighed, “Maehara, you know I know you better than that.”

Maehara sniffed, “I miss him, too. I know he’s technically your dad but he was more of a father to me than my own.”

Maehara was no longer covering his face and Isogai could now clearly see all the teardrops rolling down his face. He and Maehara grew up together and Maehara was at his house constantly. With that and the absence of his own father, of course Maehara would grow attach to Isogai’s dad.

Maehara sniffed again, “It’s funny, I brought you here to cheer you up and I’m the one crying. Kind of pathetic, I know.”

Then, Isogai took Maehara’s hand and gave it a tight squeeze, “It’s not pathetic at all, I understand. You miss him too and that’s perfectly okay.”

After that, the two just stood there, in the dreadful rain, in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence but it wasn’t a comfortable one either. Just pure silence with the addition of the sound of rain falling from the sky.

Maehara sniffed again, “Hey…”

Isogai looked at him quizzically, “Yeah?”

“Remember when your dad asked us to help him make a birthday gift for your mom?”

“Yeah, it was supposed to be a new bed frame since her old bed frame broke.”

“None of us knew what we were doing and it didn’t look like a bed frame at all.”

Isogai chuckled a bit, “I still remember the look of surprise on mom’s face when she saw it.”

“Oh! Remember the time when your dad took us fishing and he kept falling in the water?”

Isogai chuckled even more, “He didn’t catch any fish…”

“But he did catch a heck of a cold afterwards.”

The two of them just laughed and laughed. Isogai had tears streaming down his face as well but they weren’t from sadness. It was hard to tell what they were from exactly. Happiness? Relief? Contentment? Well, whatever it was, it was a way better feeling than before.

Maehara brought the umbrella back up and wiped the rest of the tears from his eyes, “I used to find him a bit odd at first but somehow, his charm got to me, hehe.” Maehara let out his usual bright smile.

Amidst the sky, the sun peered through the clouds, making their surroundings way less dreary than before. It was still drizzling but the boys couldn’t care less.

“Oh and Maehara?” Isogai gave Maehara a peck on the cheek which made him flustered, “Thank you, like always, you made today even better and I love you for that.”

Maehara looked away embarrassed and coughed, “Y-yeah, no problem.”

Isogai chuckled and the two stood there looking at the grave right in front of them.

“Happy birthday, Dad.” Isogai said with a small smile before the two turned to leave.

Isogai’s dad was gone to put it simply. There was no chance he was ever coming back. The two knew this and it made them absolutely wretched. But even so, the two definitely knew that even if he was gone, their memories of him sure weren’t. It left them with a feeling they couldn’t describe.

A bittersweet feeling.

#yeah this is the last of the fics for this week #I was lucky enough to get out two 😅 #but I’ll still Maeiso crazed as hell this week don’t you worry #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assclass #yuuma isogai #hiroto maehara #isogai x maehara #maeiso #maeisoweek2022 #Day 4: Birthday #hailey writes

[starcchild]

speaking of carter's birthday! (I voted it was pushed back because the symbolism of the planets and the whole new year thing) I'm wondering if Carter cares about her birthday in the ikau at all. I went through depression myself and I DREADED my birthday I felt like 'please do not pay attention to me let's not celebrate I was born' (I'm doing better now) but on top of depression, Carter might suffer survivor guilt from the car crash and like she doesn't deserve to grow old another year 😞

((it’s funny you should ask, because I do have a hc post I was planning on posting on her birthday, but because I pushed her birthday back to October, I might write it sooner? given that I can,,, remember all that I wanted to talk about SDFGJHKSDGF

anyway, regarding her birthday in the ikau, it’s... definitely a hit or miss. Before Obadiah’s death, it was, actually, something she looked forward to! At first, though, it was definitely hard - she didn’t want to celebrate when her father first died because of, like you mentioned, her depression and survivor’s guilt (which is something she does carry in the ikau regarding the accident), and also it just... didn’t feel the same without him. She never liked having a lot of attention on her, and definitely never liked parties (even though Tony would, obviously, keep her parties tame compared to his dfsghjgfdhj), but he still made sure she always had fun on her birthday! So, it just... obviously wasn’t the same

however, with Obadiah, that was the one day she always knew he would be kind. Although that could never erase her fear of saying or doing the wrong thing and setting him off, he just... was always nice. He wouldn’t throw a party or anything, which was absolutely fine by her, but she could... really do whatever she wanted, and while he didn’t really do any gifts, he would still wish her a happy birthday, and sometimes he’d bring home ice-cream or cake. Nothing big, nothing he really put any heart into, but... it definitely helped keep his control over her, so on his end, despite Carter believing he was doing it because he did love her, it was just another way to manipulate her, and convince her he was the only one who cared. Because... no one else seemed to remember her birthday other than him

after his death, however, Carter... stopped caring. She didn’t want anyone knowing it was her birthday, and never wanted to do anything to celebrate, either. I like leaving whether or not the others know when her birthday is up in the air for rp purposes, but, either way, she’s always going to claim she doesn’t celebrate. She doesn’t see the need to, but “it’s no big deal - thanks for asking, though”. And that in itself isn’t a big deal - not everyone does celebrate their birthday for various reasons, anyway, so... no red flags. It still hurts, considering she had celebrated it in the past, but... she really doesn’t feel like she deserves to celebrate it any further. Especially after everything with Ultron. Her birthday just became another day, and she’d rather keep it that way, even if the memories got worse

though, I will say, every now and then she’d treat herself to take out. Nothing spectacular or pricey, just... something for herself, y’know? But, considering how much guilt she carries for... just about everything, it’s not something she does every year, or something she actually goes through with. She’ll get take out, and... proceed to be unable to eat it because of her guilt, and leave it in the kitchen for someone else to take. After all, if there’s no name and no one claims it, it’s fair game

but, yeah! like with everything else with Carter in the ikau, it’s... complicated fsdhjkgfdsjh

also I’m glad you’re doing better!! <3 depression fucking sucks

#asks #anons #ikau headcanons #death tw #abuse tw

[stratiotis-nth]

Ever since Cas came back and turned human, it would seem he’s stopped giving a shit about literally everything. When Dean noticed this new aspect of Cas’ colorful personality, he had made himself paranoid that Cas would suddenly start flirting with him on the regular now that his big confession was out in the open.

So while Dean was scared shitless, he was confusingly disappointed when Cas didn’t do that at all.

No. The first thing the ex-angel did after surviving another encounter with death was start a Shotgun war with Sam.

And no, not the bang bang kinda shotgun.

“Shotgun!” Cas practically bellowed down the corridor as the three of them were getting ready to get dinner.

“That’s not fair, Cas! I’m in the bathroom!” Sam complained through the closed door. Cas ignored him completely as he strode past and ducked into the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean, who had been desperately trying to stay out of this war, just gave Cas a sideways smile.

“Y’know, the rules are you can’t call shotgun until you actually see the car, Cas.” He told him, his lips tugging up in amusement and…just happiness that Cas was close.

“Until Sam demands to implement this rule, I will abuse his ignorance.” Cas replied, smiling softly. Once again, every time Cas won the passenger seat, Dean wanted to ask what was with his sudden obsession with it. It wasn’t like Cas hadn’t been stubborn enough to claim it before he became human. He wondered what changed, why Cas suddenly cared about seating arrangements. But, as he had been doing ever since they got Cas back (again), Dean bit his tongue. He didn’t want to overwhelm the newly human with the tsunami of questions he had.

Sam griped the entire way to the diner, grumbling about being squished even though Dean knew there was more than enough space. Cas sat next to Dean, watching the trees amble by with a serene, totally unaffected smile on his face. Pleased as a pickle. Dean was fighting his own internal battle between his burning questions and undying amusement at Sam’s plight.

At the diner, Cas sat next to Dean. That much was hardly anything new. The two just naturally gravitated towards each other, and after Dean caught himself drifting mindlessly towards Cas more times than he could count, he stopped giving him grief about personal space.

Cas’ thigh brushed up against his almost the entire meal. Dean pretended not to notice, but internally, he was melting into a puddle of bi panic.

In the parking lot, Sam was quick to call shotgun when Cas got distracted by their waitress catching up to him and giving him her phone number. Dean was too busy bristling and snapping at Cas to hurry up to even notice Sam was sitting next to him.

Cas sulked the entire ride home, the waitress’ number stuffed into one of his pockets. Dean tried not to think that maybe Cas was saving her number for another time.

On Saturday, it was Dean’s turn to go on a food run. Sam was busy working a ghoul case with Eileen, so when Cas wanted to come along there was no yelling match over the front. He ducked into the passenger seat and just about blinded Dean’s poor weak heart with a smile that crinkled his nose.

They fought over eggs for about twenty minutes in the diary aisle. Dean win by threatening to give Sam exclusive access to shotgun. Cas relented with a glower that could have smote demons if he still had his grace.

Eventually, Sam did implement the rule about only calling shotgun with the car in sight, and as the weeks went by and Dean’s silent journey is self realization unfolded, the war at escalated. Now, neither of them could call shotgun without all three of them being in sights of the car. It had gotten bad enough that Sam and Cas waited impatiently for Dean in the garage, staring expectantly for him to round the corner so they could have their yelling match.

Cas nearly blew Dean’s eardrums out, bellowing “SHOTGUN!” loud enough to drown out Sam. He angrily opened his mouth to argue when his phone started ringing.

“It’s Eileen.” He said, his back snapping straight and immediately answering the video call. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Can you give me a ride?” Dean could hear Eileen’s voice over the tinny speakers. “My car broke down and the nearest shop is two hours away.”

“Where are you?”

“An hour away from you? It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Dean saw Sam’s face soften, the tension of worry falling away. He butted in, sticking his face in view of the camera so Eileen could read his lips.

“Just tow it here. I can patch your ride.” He said. “Sam can take the tow truck.”

“Are you sure?” Eileen asked.

“Course. ‘Sides, those guys won’t give you a fair price anyway.” Dean flapped his hand dismissively.

“Thanks, Dean.” Eileen beamed, and oh, Dean knew that smile. Mischievous and damnit, she had planned this from the start, hadn’t she? Just to get a free repair out of him. Dean squinted suspiciously at her, and Eileen just wiggled her eyebrows.

“Cas and I can pick up the curse box and meet you two back here in a few hours.” Dean said. He saw Cas immediately brighten, having secured the passenger seat.

Cas was looking particularly triumphant as they drove, his knees rocking back and forth in a content, mindless sort of way. Finally, Dean couldn’t hold back the question anymore.

He had done his work accepting the fact that he wasn’t as straight as he thought, that it wasn’t very heterosexual to stare at Cas’ lips or pop an awkward boner seeing him all cleaned up after Purgatory, or completely shutting down every time he died or getting all prickly when waitresses give him her phone number. He was gay for Cas, and he had just gotten around to accepting this. Cas said he loved him, right? so Dean shouldn’t be afraid or rejection or anything. Yeah, no he was terrified.

“Hey, Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?” He turned to him with that soft smile that Dean wanted all to himself.

“I gotta ask, man,” Dean chuckled a little awkwardly and kept his eyes firmly on the road. “Why are you so determined about sitting shotgun? You’ve never been before.”

“Ah.” Cas hummed, turning back to the road too. “I suppose now I have the freedom to pursue the things I want. Chuck is gone and my deal with the Empty is null in void. I have time to…focus my attentions on other things.”

“The things you want? What, you got a better view up here or something?”

“Well yes, the windshield does allow more viewing space.” Cas agreed. “But it’s not my main goal in doing all this.”

“Then…what is?”

“Dean.” Cas said in that ever patient, you’re-being-dumb-about-this voice. “I enjoy being up here because it allows me to be closer to you. You are the view I most admire, Dean. I’m always so helplessly drawn to you.”

Dean’s mouth had gone a little dry and his grip on the wheel was suddenly sweaty. The silence that fell was deafening. Cas didn’t even look concerned. He just sat there waiting the road as if he hadn’t just said something so…so…soft to Dean.

Helplessly drawn. Like Cas couldn’t bear being away from him. Like Dean was this perfect, magnetic thing that Cas was enchanted by, something worth having around.

With a jerk of the wheel, Dean was pulling over on the side of the empty highway in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. He threw Baby into park before twisting around and staring at Cas.

He didn’t even look vaguely concerned, the fucker. He just gave Dean a patient look.

Dean opened his mouth, and closed it. Did it again, ready to tell Cas everything. Snapped his jaw shut.

Cas watched in cool amusement. Dean felt his cheeks get hot.

“Screw this.” He grumbled to himself, before lunging across the bench, grabbing Cas’ face with both hands, and kissing him square on the lips.

He felt Cas freeze for a moment, probably in total shock, before he started moving.

Dean nearly choked on a gasp as the chapped, warm lips started pushing and devouring, Cas was suddenly the one taking charge, shoving Dean back against his window as he clambered across the seats to get on top of him.

Twelve years of pent up emotions came crashing out in a sudden burst of unstoppable passion. And as soon as it started, it seemed to have stopped. They both were panting, Dean’s jeans were tight and his entire body screamed to have Cas against him again. But Cas had made to move away, putting space between him as he looked at Dean with wide eyes.

He didn’t get very far. Dean grabbed ahold of his jacket lapels and held on tight with an iron grip, keeping Cas hovering inches above him, basically sharing air.

“Wanna hear a secret?” He whispered between heavy breathes. Cas just blinked at him. “I’ve always rooted for you getting shotgun.”

Cas’ kiss swollen lips split into a dazzling smile, and he rewarded Dean with another intense make out session. When they pulled away, Dean found the words spilling out of his mouth.

“I love you too, Cas. You can have me. God, you have had me, for years you have. Can’t believe it took me so long, I’m sorry I made you think you couldn’t have me, I’m sorry it took me so long—“

Cas shut him up with another kiss, and Dean’s ramble faded into a helpless whimper that too was swallowed up by Cas.

“Does this mean I get exclusive shotgun privileges?” Cas asked a few hours later than they finally took the curse box off the poor shopkeeper’s hands. They had arrived nearly an hour late, not that Dean (or his dick for that matter) particularly cared.

“Honestly? Play it up to Sam and he might let you get away with it for a while.” Dean chuckled. Without even thinking too hard about it, his free hand slithered over the bench, grabbing Cas’ and entwining their fingers. Something so small and simple, yet made Dean light up like a sun.

If Cas didn’t manage to convince Sam, Dean sure as hell would.

#supernatural #spn cast #dean winchester #spn #destiel #cas #castiel #casdean #dean is bi #jensen ackles #and fluffier #destiel fluff #destiel comfort #destiel confession #spn fanfiction #spn ficlet #destiel fanfic #fanfic #ficlet #sam winchester #will be extending this into a semi long fic on AO3

[wavyhairedbabyy]

Idiots - Part 1

Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

tldr: They’ve both got a crush. Sucks, since they’re the only ones oblivious to it. (Slow Burn!)

CW: some swearing(not at each other), fluffy as a teddy bear.

a/n: I got a random influx of followers ;-; Tysm for enjoying my works and sharing them. I haven’t written in 6 years, in case it wasn’t obvious lmao, so even one is super meaningful to me :) this ended up being way longer than I intended it to be so I’m splitting it into 2 parts. 

edited yet: yes - let me know if I missed anything!

Part 1 - Part 2

Y/n and Karl met when Karl was still going to college in New York before dropping things to move to North Carolina. They met the fall of their sophomore year at the campus café when Karl was trying to shoot a piece of paper into a trash can. The problem was he couldn’t aim and it landed right in y/n’s mug of coffee, quickly dissolving into a paper coffee soup. For anyone else it would’ve been okay but being that coffee was y/n’s life line, especially during finals, it most definitely was not.

“You’re buying me another, right?” they asked, “I would highly recommend it or you might see a side of me you don’t want to see.”

Being the good guy he was, and the slight fear of their bad side, he did with no questions.

“So, since there’s a side of you I don’t want to see, and I bought you a new coffee, do I get to see the side of you that I do want to see?”

“Find me next semester and you might.”

And he did.

***

“Karl, if you don’t give me that sword, I’m going to hurt you!” Y/n screamed as they lunged toward him. It was y/n, Karl, and Chris hanging out at Karl’s place until it was time to leave for a Mr. Beast project. They sat in his living room, Karl with a foam sword that y/n was desperate to take from him.

“That’s the problem! If I give it to you, you will hurt me with it!” He yelled back, jumping out of their reach.

“Okay children, why don’t I just take the sword so we can end all of this?” Chris intervened in an attempt to stop the ruckus.

Both of them paused, looking at him in disbelief. They shook their head and in unison scoffed, “No!”

The two continued their play fighting, one holding on to the sword for a short period of time before the other pulled it from their grasp. This went on until it was time to leave the house.

While this was all going down, Chris watched Karl’s behavior. He noticed how he let y/n hold on to the sword a little longer, even when he could’ve easily reached out to grab it from their hands. He noticed how he was much more careful with his movements, almost scared to be too rough with them.

With anyone else, Chris knew Karl’s pride would have taken over in this situation. He thought back to any other time he had any of his SMP friends over. With Nick or Alex, he would have hogged the sword and brutally whacked either of them with it as much as he could. He would happily tacked them and pinned them to the ground. With y/n though... there was a gentleness with them, and Chris did not fail on picking that up.

“Okay lame-os, let’s get on over to the warehouse. Y/n, you coming?” Chris asked.

Y/n shook their head, “Nah. I’m gonna unpack my stuff and relax from the flight. Plus, word on the street says that tomorrow is when the cool stuff is happening so I’ll come then.” they replied.

“Well the street is right, but they’re still a dummy,” Chris looked at Karl for reference.

“Hey...” Karl faked a sad look before staring at y/n for defense.

Y/n giggle and just shrugged, waving goodbye to the both of them, “If you don’t bring me back Burger King fries, don’t bother coming back at all!”

***

Chris and Karl sat in the car, Chris driving and Karl in the passenger seat. With some music on in the background, the two were discussing the plan of action for what was going to be filmed for the day.

“Do you know how long it’s going to take?” Karl asked, “I feel bad leaving y/n by themselves so I want to try to get out as early as humanly possible.”

“I’m not really sure. I’m sure Jimmy wouldn’t mind you scootin’ out a little early,” Chris replied. He took the opportunity and leaned over to his friend, “Speakin’ of y/n, anything going on there? Y’know, anything special?”

“Uhh- whaddya mean special?” Karl haphazardly, “We’re best friends. I think that’s pretty special.”

“No, idiot. I mean is there anything there besides just being best friends,” Chris paused for a second, “I dunno. I just noticed you’re different with them, man. You know you would never treat Nick or Alex the way you treated them.”

Karl paused, trying to think of a response but failing. He sighed, “Yeah, there’s definitely something there on my end. I mean, I’ve been attracted to them since we first met. I just don’t think they reciprocate it.”

“You never know if you don’t try. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“I’d rather not think about it,” Karl sunk into his seat, thinking of all the bad endings that could happen if he told y/n his feelings.

***

Meanwhile this was happening, y/n was making themselves comfortable in Karl’s guest room. They planned on staying for a week and a half which meant packing a month’s worth of clothes. Before starting to unpack their things into the dresser, they FaceTimed their other best friend that was back in New York to keep them company.

“You’re calling me now? Your flight landed 4 hours ago! I was sure you crashed in the middle of the ocean - gone like that Malaysia flight,” y/bff answered.

“Hi to you too,” y/n responded as they started to place their clothes in the closet, “ You are so dramatic. My flight didn’t even go over the ocean. And don’t act like you weren’t tracking my flight. You knew damn well I was fine.”

“All this worrying and caring, and this is how I’m being treated?” Y/bff shook their head as the wiped their fake tears away “The disrespect.”

“Pft, the only disrespect I’m seeing here is the lack of questions about my day,” y/n said, “I had a great flight. I got those yummy blue chips and had a nice drive from the airport in a Tesla.”

Y/bff gasped, “What kind of Uber driver is driving around a Tesla? We need more of those people up here.”

“Dude, it was Karl,” y/n replied, “I was shocked. Last time I saw this kid he was driving a hunk of junk. One year down here and he’s driving around like he’s Elon Musk.”

“Well, I’ll tell you this now. If you don’t cuff him, I will!” Their laugh echoed through the phone

Y/n rolled their eyes, “Oh please, if he doesn’t like me like that then you’re in no good luck.”

“So you told him then?”

“No, not yet,” y/n paused, “I dunno. We’ve been friends for 3, almost 4, years now. If he liked me, he would’ve said something by now. Plus we live so far away from each other now. I just don’t wanna ruin a good thing, y’know?”

“Well, I still say do it. You can tell him and spend your life in peace knowing his answer, or keep it to you yourself and spend the rest of your life wondering ‘what if?’ And I’ll tell you now, the latter always ends with regret. With the first answer, you’ll at least have a chance of a happy ending.”

Y/n shrugged, putting away the last piece of clothing from their luggage, “I know, I know. I’ll think about it. Thanks for the chat, but I’m gonna go relax now before he gets back. I love and miss you already.”

They exchanged their goodbyes and hung up. Y/n flattened their luggage and slid it under the bed. Moving back to the dresser, they found some comfortable clothes to change into after a shower.

Y/n knew y/bff was right. They just couldn’t bring themselves to share their feelings. What if Karl didn’t feel the same way? Would it ruin their friendship? Would this be the last time they ever saw each other? No, y/n knew it wouldn’t end their friendship, but it would make it awkward for a little while. They moved to the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help them compose their thoughts.

***

“I’m back!” Karl shouted as he kicked the door shut behind him. The project took a few hours so the sun had set and nighttime was settling itself in North Carolina. There was no response. Karl continued, “And I have Burger King fries!”

“You should’ve started out with that! Coming!” Y/n yelled from down the hall. Karl rolled his eyes and walked over to the living room table. He started making room for the food when he heard fast footsteps coming toward him.

“Incoming!” Y/n yelled, tackling him to the floor with a hug. They were giggling as if they just pulled the best prank in the world.

“Hi to you too,” he groaned from his body hitting the floor. Y/n continued to chuckle as they got up, grabbing Karl’s hand to help him up too. They sat on the couch, looking at the food in front of them.

“A whole whopper meal? What did I do to get the honors, Mr. Jacobs?” Y/n remarked in a posh accent, popping a fry into their mouth.

“You existed,” Karl giggled out. Y/n smiled, but the butterflies in their stomach couldn’t feign their excitement. It was small shit like that that made y/n fall for Karl. He continued, “Plus I didn’t know if you ate or not so I thought better safer than sorry.”

“Aw, you’re the sweetest,” they gave him a tight hug before returning to the spot they were in on the couch, “So, what’s the plan, Stan?”

“I’m kind of tired from filming, I hope you don’t mind-”

“Actually, I completely mind” y/n replied sarcastically. Karl shook his head at them.

“So, I was thinking we could just watch a movie or watch a show,”

“Ah yes, head empty activities. I’m down. Can we watch a movie though? Not in the mood for a show right now,” y/n replied.

“Sure let’s scroll through and find something,” Karl switched on the TV and the two munched on their food while they decided what they were going to watch. After 20 minutes of scrolling, which really was 20 minutes of fighting over who had better taste in movies, they finally agreed on Wall-E.

Before the movie started, y/n looked over to Karl. Their hands were in the shape of finger guns, pointed to each other and the tips of their index fingers touching. They had a pout on their face when they asked, “Can we cuddle while we watch?”

“No,” Karl shook his head quickly, keeping a stoic, straight face. Y/n’s pout got bigger. He continued, “I absolutely hate physical touch.”

They both immediately broke out into giggles, y/n grabbing the nearest pillow and smacking him with it, “You are so lame.”

Karl continued with his fit of giggle, “The day I say that and mean it is the day hell freezes over.”

As the intro to the movie played, the two came closer, y/n’s legs tangling up with Karl’s. When they finished up their food, they moved closer with Karl’s arm around y/n’s shoulders and their head laying on his chest.

Y/n gave a playful scoff, reminiscing on their past memories together, “This reminds me of the time we had a Disney movie marathon before spring break.”

Karl laughed, “Yeah, and you made my old roommate cry beforehand because he wasn’t doing his dishes all semester.”

“In my defense, I gave him warnings. He didn’t wanna listen and there’s no way I was letting you live in a house with a sink full of fruit flies.”

“I’m not sure if you did that for me or because you practically lived with us.”

“Don’t get it mixed up, pretty boy. That was for you.” Karl smiled at those words, looking down at the person laying on their chest. He wanted to believe there was more than friendship behind those words. The warm feeling he would always get with them filled his chest as he turned his focus back to the movie.

“I really missed you.” He whispered.

“I really missed you too.”

***

Part 2

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[lavenderwhore444]

Ok so idk if ur into hybrids or monster fucking so apologizes if these made u uncomfortable so what if Shiggy went to capture a reader that has a tentacles like quirk to give it to AFO but instead just gets fucked with a bunch of tentacles right in the ass ( don’t worry he actually enjoys it)

My morals are very flexible, so don't worry. It honestly sounds pretty neat. 😌

If I had tentacles, there's a 90% chance I would offer to fuck him with them, tbh. 😫🥵

If you want to use interactive fics, it's easy and makes reading fics SO much better. First, you download the Google Chrome extension. You'll see it in the top right corner of your screen. Next, you enter your name in the first box. If you want to change something other than y/n, please click on the text that says “want to change something other than y/n?” here, you can change any word you want to a different word. When I talk about your quirk, I will use y/q

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Warnings: the reader has tentacles. Like anon said, Shiggy gets absolutely demolished with them, kidnapping, still consensual in the end, don’t worry, the tiniest bit of bondage like it probably doesn't even qualify.

Thanks to Shimeji, I wrote this fic while tiny Shigarakis goofed around on my screen. I would highly recommend it because it’s so cute.

“Let me go! ” you yelled, struggling with the ropes tied around you.

“No can do, sensei wants you for a nomu, ” Shigaraki said.

“A what?” you asked.

“The scary monsters you see on the news, ” he said.

“What? No way I'm not letting you turn me into one of those!” You protested.

“I'm afraid that you don't have a choice, ” Shigaraki said, “besides they're only using your quirk you won't even be conscious...I think, ”

“No! Let me go!” you screamed trying to kick his seat.

“Don't fucking do that. You'll make us crash, ” he snarled.

“The fuck do I care? I'd rather die, ” you said.

“Just shut up. You'll be fine. Probably. If we're being real here, I have no idea how those things are made. So good luck. Not that I care, ” he said.

You just couldn't take the thought of turning into one of those monsters, you started crying.

“Fuck, ” he groaned, “will you please just shut up, ”

Nothing Shigaraki said registered in your brain. You were paralyzed with fear and couldn't stop the tears streaming down your face.

“Y’know what, fine! Fine! y/n, there is another option, but I don't know if you'll like it, ” he said.

“Please, anything, I'll do anything, ” you pleaded.

“You've got tentacles right?” Shigaraki asked.

“Yeah, ” you sniffled.

“I’ll keep you around if you fuck me with them, ” he offered.

“Excuse me if I what?” You said, shocked.

“I said, ” he repeated, annoyed, “if you're so fucking scared of being turned into a nomu, I’ll keep you around if you use your tentacles to fuck me, ”

You thought for a minute weighing your options.

“Ok, ” you whispered, “I’ll do it. Just don't turn me into a nomu, ”

He chuckled, “sounds great to me. I've got a phone call to make, ”

You nodded, “thank you. Even though you're horrible, thank you for not turning me into a monster, ”

Shigaraki had already picked up the phone, though the smirk on his face told you he had heard you loud and clear.

“Hey, change of plans I'm keeping her....to play with, we’re gonna have some fun....no, sorry, I know she would've been useful, but I just can't pass this up....sure see you later, ” he looked back at you, “we’ll be there in five, ”

You nodded, anxiety bubbling up inside of you. Five minutes felt like nothing as Shigaraki helped you out of the car and into the ‘empty’ building. He sat you inside of his room.

“You're tired, ” he said, “you're sleeping here. My bed is cold anyways, ”

He tugged you into the bed, so you were by the wall. He turned you to face him and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m only doing this so you won't escape, ” he muttered.

You didn’t sleep much, but Shigaraki slept like a baby until he woke up from a nightmare. He clung onto you as he shook, hyperventilating into your hair.

Against your better judgment, you whispered, “Hey, are you ok?”

“Fine, ” he muttered, turning his back to you.

The rest of the night was silent even though it was obvious neither of you slept. When morning came, he fed you breakfast.

“Don't want you to starve, ” he said, bringing in a plate of food.

He brushed the hair out of your face and brought the fork up to your mouth.

“I can feed myself, Shigaraki, ” you said.

“I don't trust you. Be thankful you're getting food. I'm doing a lot for you y/n, ” Shigaraki said.

He was right, so you let him feed you the rest without complaint. He smiled to himself. He’d had a dog before, and while this was quite different, you did remind him of having a pet. He left you alone for a couple of hours to attend some meetings. He walked back into his room, took his shirt off, and untied you.

“Ready?” he asked, “I might be a villain but I'm not gonna rape you,”

“Gee, thanks, ” you said.

“You sound a lot like someone who wants to be a nomu y/n. Are you ready or not?” he said.

“Ready, ” you muttered, conjuring a few tentacles that sprout from your lower back.

“Take your clothes off, ” he ordered.

You stripped, and he did the same, leaving his gloves on. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking nervous. You sighed and sat next to him, running your hands through his hair. You pressed light kisses to his neck, trying your best to enjoy your time with him. Your hands ran up and down his chest, resting at his hips.

“Hands and knees, ” you whispered.

He nodded and crawled to the middle of the bed.

“Don’t half-ass it, ” he snapped.

You ran your hands up and down his thighs, kneeling behind him.

You sighed, “I've never done this before. I don't know what you want me to do, ”

“Me neither, ” he said, turning to face you.

He took you by surprise and pulled you into a rough kiss, as well as pulling you on top of him. You were on top of him as he let his hands run over your back.

“Please just touch me, ” he whispered.

You took control of the kiss. You stroked his cock a few times, and he started to harden. You kept kissing him, getting rougher with him as you realized he wanted you to take control. You moved to his neck, biting and sucking at it, satisfied with the sounds he was making. You spread his legs, seeing the bottle of lube on the nightstand.

“Do this often?” you teased, squirting some onto your fingers.

“Shut the hell up and fuck me, ” he said.

“Fine! Fine!” you said, pressing a finger inside of him.

Not long after, you were able to press a second finger into him. You curled them inside of him, thrusting them as you did. He moaned and moved against your fingers, pressing his face into your shoulder.

“Y/n, ” he moaned, “I'm ready. Please fuck me, ”

The most powerful villain in the world was not only moaning under you but said, ‘please.’

“Sure, babe, ” you said, accidentally letting the pet name slip from your lips.

You let two tentacles hold his legs up, and one slid between them. You looked at him, and he nodded. You started to press one in.

“Fuck, ” you groaned, “I didn't think it would feel good for me, but holy shit, Shigaraki, ”

You shoved another one into him as his back arched. He pulled you down to kiss you, and you pressed both tentacles into him further. You moaned into each other's mouths, and his hands moved into your hair. You started thrusting one inside of him letting your head fall into the crook of his neck. The other wiggled around, providing a different form of stimulation that left him shaking and crying in pleasure.

“Fuck, ” you moaned, “so fucking tight, ”

All he could do was whimper and tug and tug at your hair. You kept moving in inside of him until he rasped out a quiet “right there y/n, ” You kept fucking him there, watching him lose his mind over it. He was moaning loudly and thrashing around.

“Stay fucking still, ” you said, restraining his arms.

You started thrusting harder adding just one more. You felt him somehow manage to get even tighter around you and bite his lip to draw blood.

“Y/n, ” he cried, “I'm close, please baby, please let me cum, ”

“Yeah? You need to cum?” you cooed.

He nodded, unable to form coherent words. You fucked him as hard as you could, smiling down at the wrecked boy underneath you. His body went rigid, and cum shot out of his dick.

“Y/n, ” he cried as he came.

“Right here with you, baby, ” you moaned as you came.

He looked up at you, “no cum?”

“What do you mean? I just came, ” you said.

“Yeah. But there's no cum, ” he pointed out.

“Shigaraki, girls don't make cum. Why would you think I do?” you asked.

“I dunno... the tentacles?” he responded.

“Sorry to disappoint, ” you muttered.

“It's okay, ” he said, running his hands through your hair and pulling you close to him.

“Is this so I can't escape?” you teased.

“No. Cause I want you here with me, ” he whispered, tightening his hold on you.

You nodded, leaving another kiss on his neck. He was so vulnerable, so honest.

“What does your little group even stand for?” you asked.

“I’ll tell you later. You might agree with it y/n, ” he said, petting your hair, “you’d be a valuable member, ”

“I'm honored you think that, ” you said.

“Sleep, ” he grunted, turning so he was laying on you.

“Don't you need a blanket?” you asked.

“No. You're warm, ” he said.

You sat in silence for a while.

“I had a bad dream last night, ” he whispered.

You rubbed his back, “tell me about it, ”

#tentacles #tomura fluff #tomura smut #tenko smut #tomura x reader #mha tomura #tomura imagine #shigaraki tenko #tomura shiragaki #tomurashigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader

[orangeoctopi7]

Buzzfeed Unsolved: The Suspicious Crash of Stanley Pines

The theme for @stanuary week 3 is Crime... what about... TRUE CRIME? I started watching Buzzfeed Unsolved this last summer, so I’ve been wanting to do something like this.

If you don’t watch Buzzfeed Unsolved, this is probably gonna seem like a lot of rambling.

On the morning of July Fourth, 1982 in the sleepy logging town of Gravity Falls, Oregon, there was a firey explosion that wasn't part of the fireworks and festivities. A car had gone over the edge of the town's famed floating cliffs.

"Floating cliffs?" Shane asked

"They're like, giant overhangs. They're not just floating up in the middle of the air like Pandora or something." Ryan explained, showing Shane a photo on his phone.

"Oh, that's pretty."

"It is really pretty."

"What a beautiful place for a car to careen over a cliff."

Ryan cracked up.

"You get a lovely view as you plummet to your death." Shane imagined.

Between 6:15 and 6:20 PM, the Gravity Falls Police Department received six separate calls reporting seeing a yellow car in flames drive off the edge of the cliff and crash to the valley below.

When investigators arrived on the scene, they found the remains of a crushed and burnt 1971 Subaru DL Coupe. The police report notes finding that the brakes were cut, and evidence of gasoline being poured into the driver’s seat to start the fire. Strangest of all, no body was found in or around the crash, only a few burnt strands of hair.

“So, right off the bat, real suspicious.” Shane commented.

“Yeah, and it only gets more suspicious from here.” Ryan assured his co-host.

“And I’m assuming there’s no chance that they guy, y’know, got up and walked away from the crash?” 

“Oh, no, no way. You saw the picture of the cliffs.”

“Oh yeah, no way.”

“There’s no way anyone in the car would have survived that fall.”

“And it was on fire.”

“And it was on fire.”

Despite the lack of a body, the police determined from the few burnt strands of hair and an anonymous tip they received at 6:15 PM on the day of the crash, the driver of the car was one Stanley Pines, a 31 year old man from Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey. Allegedly, he had been coming to Gravity Falls, Oregon to visit his twin brother, Stanford, who lived just a ten minute drive from the cliff Stan’s car had driven off.

“Wait, wait, wait--” Shane interrupted Ryan’s explanation, “Twin brothers. Named Stanley and Stanford.”

“Yeah.”

“Who the f___ names their kids like that?”

“I know, right?”

“Were they identical twins?”

“Uh, I couldn’t find anything saying they were definitely genetically identical, but, uh, with the way this case goes, it’s safe to assume they were identical enough.”

“Yikes, I feel sorry for them growing up, can you imagine how often people got them mixed up?”

“Yeah, but imagine the kinds of shenanigans they must have gotten up to!”

“Oh, that’s true. There would have been plenty of shenanigans. Lots and lots of shenanigans.”

“If you had twins, would you give them cutesy twin names?” Ryan asked.

“No.” Shane answered firmly.

“I think I’d just do like, alliterative names. Nothing too similar.” 

“Yeah, no I think twins probably have to deal with enough confusion bull___ without having to throw similar names or the same initials into the mix.”

“Interestingly enough…” Ryan started.

“Yeah, I’m guessing from your comments that the twin thing plays into this.”

When interviewed by the police, Stanford claimed his brother never arrived at his house. However, testimonies of other townsfolk reported seeing a red 1967 El Diablo with a distinctive “STNLYMBL” vanity license plate driving up the road to Stanford’s house earlier that winter. The house is out in the woods, isolated from the rest of the town, so no one would drive up that way unless they were going to see the cabin.

“Well what if they just wanted to take a walk out in the woods?” Shane countered.

“It was in early February.” 

“Snowshoeing.”

“In a blizzard.”

“Ok, you do not have a weather report for the exact day they saw this car!”

“Two of the testimonies mention there was a snow storm that day. Plus, the license plate says STANLEY MOBILE.”

“Well, Stanley is a fairly common name.”

“You-you’re just being contrary to bug me now, aren’t you?” Ryan accused.

Shane just grinned.

What’s more, that same red El Diablo was the car Stanford now drove. 

“What!?” Shane laughed with disbelief for a moment before putting on a mocking tone. “Uh, yeah, he never showed up, but, uh, I have his car. I’m still driving it. Y’know, seemed like a waste to just let it sit in the driveway.”

“He didn’t even change the license plate.” Ryan added.

“Oh, of course not!” Shane said sarcastically. “Why go through all that trouble?”

Upon further inspection, the car that crashed was registered to Stanford, and had been reported totaled almost seven years prior.

“It’s interesting that they say it was totaled.” Ryan commented. “Because totalled just means that the damage is more expensive to fix than the car is worth, so it could have still been drivable.”

“And if you’re trying to fake a car crash, what better to use than an already worthless car?” Shane agreed. 

“Exactly.”

Stanley Pines was declared dead by auto accident and the case was closed in September of 1982, due to lack of evidence and quote: “A lack of interest from the involved parties”.

“A lack of interest from the involved parties!? What the h___ does that even mean?” Shane asked in bewilderment.

“It’s odd, to be sure.”

It’s when we look into the background of the presumed dead Stanley, and his brother Stanford, that this case becomes truly bizarre. 

Stanley Pines left home at the age of 17, and had brief but unsuccessful careers as an amature prize fighter and as a salesman, before he turned to a life of crime. Prior to his reported death, he had been in prison five times, in three different countries, and had lived under at least eight different assumed names, with several others that were never confirmed. He had known ties to the mob and drug cartels.

“Quite the shady character. That might explain why the police didn’t look too closely into his ‘death’.” Shane put air quotes around “death”.

“Well, does it? I mean, if they thought his death might have been related to the mob…” Ryan argued.

“They know better than to mess with the mob, even in Oregon.”

“I mean, we have seen in several past True Crime episodes, what can happen if you mess with the mob.”

“Oh yeah.”

“You don’t wanna do it.”

“Nope.”

His brother Stanford was no less strange. He was born with fully-functional polydactyly, meaning he had six fingers on each hand. It’s worth noting that after 1982, Stanford no longer had 6 fingers. He claims that he had them surgically removed, because, quote: “I was sick of people staring.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Shane said doubtfully.

“You don’t believe that explanation?”

“Let’s just say I find it highly suspect.”

Stanford was also a certified genius, graduating with the most PhDs Backupsmore University had ever awarded. As a graduate student, he worked as a researcher and inventor for the US Government. Some sources say he worked on top-secret experiments. 

In 1975, he received a $100,000 research grant, which he used to move to Gravity Falls and become a Paranormal Researcher. When he arrived in Gravity Falls, he was the subject of many rumors throughout the town, due to his reclusive nature and strange area of study. 

“Oh, so this guy was basically you.” Shane pointed out.

“He’s basically me if I didn’t have you.” Ryan agreed.

“Awww, that’s sweet!” Shane placed a hand over his heart.

Many residents reported seeing strange lights coming from Stanford’s home in the woods starting almost as soon as he moved in, as well as strange sounds.

“Well, it seems like Gravity Falls is a pretty small town. People gossip.” Shane reasoned.

“Ok, yeah, but people gossip about who’s cheating on who, or what business secretly sells drugs out the back. They don’t gossip about strange lights coming out of the new neighbor’s basement.”

“They could. It’s gossip. Gossip can be about anything.”

Reports of the lights stopped in late January of 1982. Just four months later, in March, Stanford began opening up his home for tours, and in a matter of weeks, transformed his home into a tourist stop called the “Murder Hut.”

“Oh my g__.” Shane stifled a laugh. “A little on the nose there, don’t you think?”

“He did rename it to the Mystery Shack about a year later.”

“Hmm, yeah I wonder why?” Shane asked facetiously. 

Stanford also exhibited paranoid behavior on several occasions before the crash, especially in the early months of 1982.

One local reported seeing Stanford screaming “No it isn’t, you creeps! I can see you just fine!” down an alleyway. Several other eyewitnesses reported seeing him fall out of his seat at the Triple Digits Truck Stop Diner on Route 14 and scream for something to “get out of his mind” before fleeing the building.

“So, he definitely seemed to think something was out to get him.” Ryan commented.

“Not the words of a sane man.”

“Unless something really was out to get him.”

“Eeeeh, even then…” Shane wiggled his hand in a so-so motion. 

Dan Corduroy, one of the few people who had regular contact with Stanford before he opened the Mystery Shack, had this to say about the sudden change from research lab to tourist trap:

“Oh, he’s definitely been acting differently. He was really shy before, hard to talk to even. He seemed uncomfortable spending a lot of time with people. I’d invite him over to one of my family’s cabins to visit, but he only ever wanted to visit the haunted one while we were all out of town. I’d say it was a good change, though. It wasn’t good for him to be alone all the time like that. I’m glad he’s finally spending time with other people.”

“He only wanted to visit our haunted cabin.” Shane repeated with disbelief. “Hey, do you wanna come over to visit one of our cabins?” He put on a voice. “Uh, that depends, what kind of cabins have you got?’ ‘Well there’s one by the lake, one with a nice view of the valley, and one that’s haunted.’ ‘Oh, I’ll take the haunted one!”

“What gets me is he only wanted to visit the haunted cabin while everyone else was out of town. We’ve stayed in our fair share of haunted places, and it was bad enough staying overnight, just me and you, but there is nothing that could convince me to spend the night in one of those places all by myself.”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure none of the places we’ve been to have actually been haunted, but I see what you mean. It’s not fun to go to a haunted house by yourself. It’s kinda boring.”

“Um, we’re not gonna get into this discussion now, because we still haven’t even gotten to the theories yet, but you’re wrong.”

The case came to light again in August of 2012, when Federal agents arrested Stanford Pines, and detained him for several hours for questioning. By the next day, he had been released, and officials stated that his arrest had been due to a false lead. What exactly that false lead was, however, was never stated.

Now that we’ve gone over the extensive background of this case, let’s get into the theories of what really happened that 4th of July in 1982.

Theory #1: The theory put forth by the police, that Stanley Pines died in a fiery car accident.

“So then how do they explain what happened to the body?” Shane asked.

“It doesn’t say.” Ryan.

“And why were the breaks cut?”

“No explanation given.”

“That’s a stupid theory, those cops ought to be fired.”

Ryan stifled a laugh. “You’re not wrong.”

Theory #2: That Stanley killed his brother, made it look like his own death, and took over his brother’s life. This would explain the loss of his extra fingers, the sudden change in behavior that led him to open up the Mystery Shack, and his sudden acquisition of Stanley’s car. It does not, however, explain the lack of a body in the crash.

“He could have disposed of his brother’s body somewhere else, and then just like, left an ice block on the gas pedal and let the car run itself off the cliff.” Shane theorized.

“That’s possible. I was also thinking, maybe the body was gone. Maybe Stanley didn’t necessarily kill Stanford, maybe they met up in the woods, Stanford got eaten by a bear, and Stanley, who was already in trouble with the mob, took advantage of the situation, and faked his own death.”

“How--why did you work your fear of bears into this?” 

“That’s just my variation on this theory.”

“Then why all the secrecy? Why not say that he was the one who got eaten by the bear? Why fake the car crash and then say his brother never showed up?”

“Because if the mob knew he’d talked to his brother before he died, maybe they’d come question him?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s a possibility.”

Theory #3: That Stanford killed Stanley and made it look like an accident. People who support this theory say the psychological trauma and guilt of killing his own brother may have driven Stanford to change his appearance and behavior to more closely resemble that of his dead brother.

“That’s… kind of a stretch.” Shane said slowly. “I feel like, Occam's Razor, theory 2 is more plausible.”

“What makes you say that one’s more plausible?”

“I dunno, just saying ‘He killed his brother and took his place’ seems a lot more likely than ‘The other brother killed him and the guilt drove him to act like his brother. I don’t think that’s how psychology works.”

Theory #4: Both brothers are still alive. Stanley, on the run from the mob, came to his brother Stanford for help. Meanwhile, Stanford was worried about someone or something that was out to get him. They came to a solution that would solve both their problems: switching places. They would fake Stanley’s death, throwing the mob off of Stanley’s trail. Then, Stanley would take Stanford’s place in the public eye, while Stanford went into hiding.

This theory is supported by photos that surfaced on Facebook in 2012. Several photos of Gravity Falls after a series of earthquakes did extensive damage to the town show what is supposed to be Stanford. However, another man that looks just like him is seen standing in the background. Interestingly enough, both mens’ hands are obscured in all of these photos. 

While the photos haven’t been analysed by any professionals to definitively determine if either of the men are Stanley Pines, it has been determined that the photos are not edited.

“Would the whole photo recognition software even work on identical twins?” Ryan wondered.

“I don’t think so?” Shane answered unsurely. “I mean, my Facebook facial recognition auto-tag doesn’t even recognize my mom half the time, so I wouldn’t be surprised if twins throw it off.”

“Just looking at some of these photos yourself, what do you think?” Ryan handed a few print-outs from his folder to Shane.

“Oh wow, yeah, they do look alike.” Shane nodded. “Alright, yeah, I’m convinced. We solved it, guys! Video over!”

“We actually do have one more theory.” Ryan informed him.

Theory #5: Stanford was abducted by aliens.

“Oh for f___’s sake--” Shane threw his hands up in frustration. “We have four perfectly good, plausible explanations, and you have to throw that in!”

“This one actually does have some evidence behind it.”

“Bull____, but go on.”

Stanford was a professional paranormal researcher. Although he was very secretive about his research, even to his grant committee, some of his research notes do list looking for proof of ancient aliens visiting the valley before European contact. Could it be the thing he was afraid of was aliens?

“... That’s it?” Shane asked. “When you said this one actually had some evidence behind it, I thought you meant there was a UFO sighting in the same area around the same time.”

“The negative space between the floating cliffs kinda looks like a UFO” Ryan pointed out.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean a random researcher in the 80’s was abducted by aliens! That’s like, if I found a ransom note for you in the office, but I said ‘Well, Ryan was afraid of bears. Bears used to live in California, there’s one on the state flag outside our building. He must have been eaten by a bear.’ That’s the kind of leap in logic we’re talking about!”

Was this a case of fratricide? Or is this the longest and most elaborate twin switch of all time? For now, this case remains… UNSOLVED.

 * * *

“It was really hard for me to stay on topic while I was researching this one.” Ryan admitted as they wrapped things up. “There is a lot of weird stuff related to Gravity Falls, we should go there for an episode one of these days.”

“I’d love to do that, it looks like a beautiful place to visit.” Shane agreed. “Are you sure you wanna do that though? It seems like the place is crawling with haunted cabins and bears.”

“Well, one could argue this entire series is about me conquering my fears, so… Why not?”

#Gravity Falls #Fanfiction #Buzzfeed Unsolved #Stanuary 2021 #Stanley pines #My Writing

[insomnia-productions]

"All I've ever wanted is for you to see me." and/or “I thought I’d never see you again.” for damien angst prompts 👀

Thank you for the prompt!

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In the end, it was underwhelming. No fireworks, or rain crashing around them. No running away, no punches thrown. No indication that they were, that they had ever been, anything more than two strangers existing briefly in the same space at the same time. Damien would wonder, later, if this was forgiveness. Or if he just mattered that little.

It was a normal day, by all accounts. Sunny. Warm. A little quiet. The bus was late. The bus was always late. Damien got there early anyway, and sat on the red bench and watched the ants that wandered in and out of the cracks in the pavement. They moved in lines, in little groups of three or more. Each one never too far from the others.

He kept his mouth shut. That was something he had gotten better at, these past years. Not by choice, of course, but change driven by necessity of survival was change all the same. Funny, all it had taken for him to become the person everyone wanted him to be was to lose that most fundamental part of him. To become someone, anyone, other than himself. It was a kind of defeat, he thought. It was a kind of surrender. So he kept his mouth shut. Kept the silence between them growing, thick, uncomfortable. Prickly. Kept them both drowning in it. Had to take the victories where he could, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was the only one drowning here. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling.

A shift in the air. The rustle of fabric, the soft scrape of rubber soles against concrete.

“136?” Mark said.

Damien blinked. Stirred. Cast a glance at the timetable, as if he didn’t take this bus every day, as if his life hadn’t settled into this drudgery of routine, the same bus, the same job, the same black chasm in the space behind his ribs, where he thought something important used to be. His power, maybe. Or something else.

“112,” he said.

Mark nodded. “Chloe told me you were coming back to see me. After - the thing with Sam.”

He was leaning back against the glass, gaze jumping between the passing cars on the other side of the street. Hands in his pockets. As if he hadn’t just turned the world on its axis. As if he didn’t have a habit of it.

Damien found his voice. “…Yeah.” Then, feeling the need to defend himself, “But I didn’t.”

“No,” Mark agreed. “Why not?”

“Because.” Damien grit his teeth. “You asked me not to.”

“Hm. You’re… learning.”

Heat flushed through him. Irritation, Damien thought, at the condescension, but then why did he feel so light? Mark looked at him, eyes dark and sharp and searching. Just like his sister’s, although Dr B had never really seen him. Not really. Damien’s head spun. He looked away. Fuck.

He could still feel Mark watching him. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

“We don’t always get what we want.” It came out more bitter, more emotional, than he wanted it to.

Mark made a sound that could almost have been a laugh. “I didn’t say that.”

“What the fuck,” Damien said, and this time Mark did laugh, short and rough.

“I went on tour with a friend’s band, after everything.” He gestured to the camera around his neck. “Taking photos, y’know? I kept imagining places I might run into you. Gas stations, hotels… I’d be waiting in line and imagine that you would appear, suddenly, just behind me, or on the other side of the counter, being as insufferable as ever, and I would—” He stopped. Laughed. Not an entirely happy sound. “Well. I never really figured that part out.”

And, fuck, what was Damien supposed to say to that? What did he want Damien to say to that?

Mark looked away. “But the tour ended, and I went home, so I figured… yeah, that’s probably it. Never seeing you again. Guess nothing really turns out how we expect.”

Damien looked at him. Thought of a hundred things he wanted to say. I miss you and I hate you and I love you and please can we try just one more time and—

Instead he asked, sounding the words out slowly, “Are you happy?”

“Seeing you?”

“No.” Yes. “Are you happy in… general. In life.”

“Oh.” Mark glanced at him. Shrugged. Fingers lacing together in his lap. “I… yes? Maybe? Things haven’t been easy, you know, considering… everything. But. I’m getting there. I’ll get there.”

“Good,” Damien said, and then, again, because he could think of nothing else, “Good.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you happy?”

Oh. Oh, but why did that - hurt?

“I’m—” Damien cut off. Cleared his throat. Tried again. “I’m fine.”

He expected Mark to push, to prod, to pry, as he always had before. But Mark only shrugged.

“Alright. Good.”

Silence fell between them again. Seconds ticked into minutes. The ants on the pavement disappeared, so Damien looked at his shoes instead. Waiting for the hammer to fall. Waiting for the contempt, the blame, the shouting. Waiting for anything other than this - this stagnance, this nothing, this grey. Waiting.

A hiss of air. Damien looked up. The orange ticker on the side of the bus read: 136.

“Oh,” Mark said. “That’s mine.”

He stood. Climbed onto the bus. The doors slid shut behind him. The bus pulled away.

Damien watched it go.

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#I hope you liked it anon! it feels a little incomplete I know - but I wanted it to be like that #no real closure or sense of an ending - just a moment in time #tbs #the bright sessions #Damien tbs #damien gorham #mark bryant #prompt fic #damienposting

[piratefalls]

WEE WOO RETURNS. WEE WOO RETURNS. WEE WOO RETURNS.

previous lists on the master list here. always taking requests!

What's Past is Prologue by stellarmeadow

On his way home from his second deployment, Eddie finds something unexpected at the airport that ends up changing his life in ways he couldn’t have imagined.

to keep you warm by playedwright

It’s been three weeks. But Buck looks up at him with red-rimmed eyes and it feels like no time has passed at all.

“It’s raining,” Eddie says, instead of what are you doing here, because he already knows the answer. “Come inside before you get pneumonia.”

if i'm honest, it felt like love by allyasavedtheday

“I- it felt good, right? And neither of us are really in a place to want to date right now but maybe. You said you needed comfort so maybe that’s all it has to be?”

“You mean this could be a…regular thing?” Eddie looks confused but not at all opposed to the idea which is more than Buck expects, honestly.

He nods. “Just. When we need it, y’know? Because I don’t want to go back to how I was before but sometimes it’s nice. To spend the night with someone. Or- or be close with someone. And I trust you. I mean, you’re my best friend.”

The few seconds it takes Eddie to think it over feel like the longest of Buck’s life but then his grip tightens imperceptibly on Buck’s waist and he nods.

“I don’t think I could imagine trusting anyone else with this right now.”

*

Buck and Eddie try friends with benefits. It's great, easy, exactly what they need. Except for the fact they're in love with each other.

a stolen kiss by withoutthetiger

"There have been a few times in the past week when Eddie’s wondered if maybe the whole thing was a dream, a delusion brought on by hope and exhaustion and a craving for hot cocoa. And maybe that would make the memory of their conversation better or worse or easier or the most difficult thing in the world, but none of it matters in the few moments Eddie catches that look in Buck’s eyes again, the same one he’d had as Eddie had cradled the side of his head, a reflection of Eddie’s own the night they’d quietly confessed their love and gone their separate ways."

***** A follow-up to "it wasn't enough" that will make a lot more sense if you've read that. Set pre/during (?) 5x10.

unlaced by soyxunxperdedor

The whole thing had gotten away from him a little bit.

It all started a month ago, when Eddie had figured out how hot Buck found him in nothing but a jockstrap, and he’d thought, ok, but let’s take it up a notch.

-or-

Eddie wants to do something special for Buck's birthday

welcome to the end of being alone inside your mind by prettyboybuckley

Buck is spiraling.

Absolutely, completely spiraling. Which is something he's gotten very good at over the years, though he's thankfully also very good at doing it internally.

Ivy's been fussy all day, and she needs a bath, but the moment the water touches her skin she starts bawling her eyes out, squirming in Buck's hands, and he can feel the panic start to rise.

It's been three months since he officially adopted her, the first safe haven baby since he started at the 118.

OR: Buck silently falls apart as he doubts his choice to become a parent. Eddie is there to pick up the pieces.

circles all the way down by archerincombat

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bobby,” Buck bites out. “He took three months off. Saw a physical therapist. Did a few sessions with Frank. Clearly, he’s doing great.”

Bobby chews his lip. “If you’re sure,” he says finally. “He just looked a little off at that car crash, is all.”

“I would have noticed,” Buck insists. “It’s Eddie. I would’ve noticed.”

Or, healing doesn't happen in tandem

opened our eyes and it’s changing the view by markofalover

“Chris had an assignment. He—it’s a poem about family.”

Eddie hums, raising his eyebrows. “What about it?”

Everything, Buck wants to say. Everything about it.

…or, Christopher writes a poem and everything falls into place.

my heart is in my hands (my head is in the clouds) by lecornergirl

None of it felt as high stakes as walking in and asking where he could find Eddie Diaz, the name unfamiliar on his tongue after two years of not saying it out loud.

Buck sees Eddie before Eddie sees him, and he takes a moment just to take him in. To catalogue the changes that two years have wrought in him—his hair is a little longer, a little looser than the way he wore it two years ago, and he’s let three-four days of scruff grow in—and to catch his breath, steady himself, so the first words he says to Eddie in two years aren’t a series of disasters tripping over themselves.

OR: Eddie leaves the 118, and Buck leaves LA. Then he comes back.

just like eggs (over-easy) by intotheblue

In his entire life, Eddie Diaz has never made an easy decision.

Today, though, he feels settled. Like anything he decides will turn out all right. Like the decisions he needs to make have been sitting in the back of his mind for years, just waiting to be dusted off and examined. Like he already knows what he needs to do, and for once in his life, it’s what he wants to do, too.

“Come home with me?” Eddie asks.

eyes full of stars by catching_paper_moons

“What?”

Eddie blinks. “What do you mean, ‘what?’”

“You’re staring.” Buck reaches out, smoothing Eddie’s hair away from his face.

“You’re staring,” Eddie says back, but there’s no bite, no heat to it at all, only fondness. “I’m trying to figure out what this expression means.”

(or, the dawn finally breaks.)

a head that's full of woe by hattalove

“Christopher,” he says, and Christopher makes a little noise on the other end, like he’s hurt— “Christopher, what happened? Where are you?”

“School,” Christopher says, and there’s something odd about the way he’s breathing, a little hitch that isn’t usually there. Eddie’s hands are steady, still, when he types in the address. “Outside, at the—the front door. It fell.”

or, christopher calls 911. eddie picks up.

I'm not you, nor you me (but we're both moving steady) by Mellaithwen

Bobby considers asking Buck again how he’s really doing—the bags under his eyes telling a different story to the one coming out of his mouth—but he learnt a long time ago that the best tactic when it came to Evan Buckley was to wait him out.

So Bobby lets the silence stretch and settle, with little more than the steady whirring and beeping of the hospital machines at his side to encroach on the quiet.

And sure enough, as it always does, Bobby’s patience pays off.

.

In the aftermath of the shooting, Buck visits Bobby in the hospital, and they have a long-overdue conversation.

Breathe by kitkatpancakestack

After Eddie Diaz has a breakdown in the middle of a grocery store, he's forced to face the fact that he might not be dealing with his PTSD as well as he thought. At the urging of his aunt, he leaves to spend the summer in a small California beach town, where he meets a bright-eyed, blond-haired surf instructor who reminds him what it feels like to be alive.

can't remember loneliness by rarakiplin

“What’s so funny,” Eddie asks, his hand sliding from Buck’s hair down the slope of his back.

“Nothing,” Buck laughs, shaking his head as much as he can, “just thinking about how smart I was to marry my best friend.”

And Eddie — Eddie gets it, because Eddie still sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night just to watch Buck sleep, the dark band of Buck’s tattoo right there on his left ring finger, just barely visible in the dark, not quite able to believe that this is real.

-

or, buck and eddie are in love. that's it.

if you say it with your hands by hammersmiths

Buck thinks it must be a habit he still hasn’t dropped from his days in the army, or maybe it comes with the territory of being a dad – but Eddie can nap pretty much anywhere.

or, Eddie starts casually falling asleep against Buck, and Buck is very normal about it.

took a picture of that smile and stuck it in my heart by farfromthstars

Buck had…hundreds of pictures of Eddie. Candid shots at work, pictures of him with Christopher Buck had taken, selfies of the three of them together, selfies of just Buck and Eddie, photos of Eddie with the rest of the team, photos from quarantine of Eddie and Chimney with bottles of beer on Buck’s balcony or that time they’d insisted they could improve the water pressure in Buck’s shower and ended up fully dressed and drenched, of Eddie posing with the cake they got him when he returned after the shooting, or with the cupcakes he and Buck had made for the bake sale at Christopher’s school, Eddie up on a ladder trying to fix his kitchen window before he’d relented and called his landlord, Eddie asleep in Buck’s jeep, head tilted back and mouth open. Proof of a life shared.

~

Buck looks through his camera roll and realizes it’s time for a few tough conversations

open the blinds, let me see your face by trippedandfell

It starts, as most of Eddie’s problems have lately, with therapy.

or: Eddie does yoga, makes some new friends, and falls in love.

#buddie #rec list #fic rec #buddie rec list #buddie fic #9-1-1 #9-1-1 fanfiction #my rec list

[nishisun]

suna rintaro is NOT a genius.

summary: you loved the idea of soulmates. suna rintaro didn’t. it isn’t that hard to put two and two together to realize that maybe people with different opinions on things don’t belong together.

part 2

a/n: this was literally supposed to be a series, i gave up on it because i just didn’t like the way it turned out. it used to be called “out of my league” and this was the intro. i also renamed it. just emptying drafts!! please don’t get confused with the random timeskip, once again, this was a part of a series i never ended up posting😭

WARNING!!: suggestive themes, mentions of death, idk kinda angsty but tell me if i missed anything

Soulmates. Whatever the hell that means. The idea of soulmates is something I truly don’t understand. It’s bullshit, honestly. It’s all-pervasive.

My mother always told me I'd eventually find "the one.” I used to believe that when I was younger of course. But in my opinion? It’s all cliches. It's unhelpful, and it's certainly not true. Destiny is an excuse for the weak. Why do you think most marriages end in divorce? It's 'cause people who believe they are “destined to be" assume everything will fall into place without any effort. I don't appreciate people pontificating bullshit like that just to make me feel better, especially if they haven't found their "soulmate" themselves. My sister once told me, “People who believe in soulmates are more likely to break up and encounter more difficulty in their relationship, which will lead them to give up on one another eventually.”

I sure do believe that.

My mother is a prime example. Fumeiko Suna, my dear mother. Well, she clearly hasn’t found hers. I found out when I came home after a tedious day of school in 5th grade and found my dear mother on the floor crying, with bruises all over her face and a busted lip.

Initially, I thought a burglar had broken into our home once again, but if that were the case then there would’ve been missing furniture. But there wasn’t.

In fact, the place seemed cleaner than usual. When I ran up to her and asked her what had happened, there he was. The devil himself. My father. He reeked of alcohol, and I could detect his shadow towering over me. It’s funny how that I think of it. I used to fear that son of a bitch. Now, I’m way taller than him, and hate his guts. I turned around to see a faux-sympathetic smile plastered on his face.

He explained how my mother was being “clumsy” and had fell and busted her lip on one of the corners of the kitchen table and when I turned back around to face my mother, she smiled gently and nodded in agreement. She didn’t say anything after that.

It was then I realized my father had beat my mother to a pulp.

Long story short, when I found it was my father, sure, I was frightened. In fact, I remember going into my siblings’ rooms to inform them, they shrugged it off and told me that dad had been doing it for a while now.

Over time, when my dad had found out that I was aware, he didn't mind beating the absolute shit out of my mother in front of all three of us. This was when my burning hatred for that man started. Nobody in the house even attempted to stop him. I did a few times, though. He took all his anger out on me. At least my mom had a break for the day.

I almost pitied my mother. Almost. Maybe if she was strong enough to leave him, then yeah, I’d feel bad. But she still decides to stay with his sorry ass. It’s pathetic. It’s unrequited love or whatever you call it. How could she still love that asshole?

I mean, I’m not even going to lie, I’m an asshole too, but I’m definitely not my dad. I would never want to be him. He’s not someone I looked up to, he doesn’t do anything inspirational. He’s a businessman. He travels the majority of the time, and I’m pretty sure my mom invites men over when he’s gone. I don’t care enough to find out. But if I ever hear some guy rearranging my mom’s guts, I’ll kill him. I don’t even blame my mother. What she’s doing is wrong, she knows it and so do both of my older siblings. But they don't seem to care so why should I?

Who knows why she just won’t leave him. Maybe it’s cause they don’t want to ruin how people view our “picture perfect” family. I wonder what they’d say. “I thought the Suna’s were the ideal family? I guess not.”

My dad would probably lose it if he heard that.

Both my mother and my father are the cause of this broken family of mine. They never fed me or any of my siblings the love we always desired when we were younger. They never came to any of my volleyball games when I was younger. They never applauded me for the little recitals we’d have in class in primary school. They were never even here for most of my childhood. They always put money first and left us with the housekeepers. Hell, the housekeepers probably know me better than my own parents.They failed as parents. I despise them for it. They’re most likely the reason I am the way I am, but to be honest?

I don’t give a fuck.

In fact, I should thank them! Because of how they “raised” me, i’m extremely blunt, which is why people respect me. I use the hatred I have for my family and take it out on people and no, I’m not proud of that. I may be a heartless asshole, but I like that people fear me. The hell? Does that make me a sadist? Either way, people know to never fuck with me cause I’d fuck their shit up. I’ve overheard many people say it’s ‘cause of my privilege. It probably is. Money can’t buy happiness, but it sure can buy you many other things.

If my parents were broke, I’d probably be expelled from school by now. Abuse of alcohol and drugs are forbidden on school property. I don’t even take them at school, I somewhat care about my education and health, but sometimes I just need to blow some steam. Even if I did, nobody’s gonna say shit since my dad is the head of Japan’s board of education. How did his ass even get there?

Call me lonely or cynical. Maybe I am. But how is that a bad thing? Why do people need a significant other to rely on? What, a soulmate is just going to turn my life upside down then suddenly bring me happiness? Pfft, I’m gonna need actual proof that shit like that still happens. I’ve only seen shit like that in fairy tale movies. It’s whatever, though. I can live with being alone. I’ve basically been alone my whole life and it isn’t as bad as people make it.

You loved the idea of having a soulmate. The thought of meeting someone who just understood you, accepted you for who you were, and most importantly, loved you excited you. You couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate.

But recently, you weren’t sure soulmates existed.

When your older sister, Akira, came into your room and burst into tears, it frightened you. Your older sister, the one who’d always provide you advice on relationships and how to keep one was in your room sobbing hysterically because hers hadn’t worked out.

“I just can't believe it,” she sobbed.

You couldn’t believe it either. Your sister had recently gotten engaged to her boyfriend of 9 years. They started dating at the age of 15 and managed to make things work out even after high school, and out of all those years of dating, they never broke up. Not even once.

They’d go on romantic dates on Saturdays and they’d always write love letters to one another every day, just to remind one another of how grateful they were to have each other in their lives. On Halloween, they’d dress up as fictional characters from TV shows and books and take cute selfies and bake a bunch of sweets. They’d invite you to come bake with them, but you would politely deny. You knew they were only offering so you wouldn’t feel left out, which you appreciated.

Of course, they’d argue every now and then, but at the end of the day, they always managed to talk things out. Oh to have a relationship like theirs. They were everything you wanted to have in a relationship and more.

“I really thought he was the one for me, y’know?” No, you don’t know. But that doesn't matter. What mattered was cheering your sister up.

“Maybe he wasn’t ‘the one’ Akira, and that’s okay! People come and go all the time, soulmates come and go all the time as well-”

“You still believe soulmates are real, huh?” she let out a humorless laugh and sniffed her nose, “What If I missed my one shot at love, Y/N? What if I lost my soulmate?”

That’s some deep shit.

Now that you think about it, were soulmates real? Soulmates come and go, yes, you’re aware of that, but even though they leave, it’s always temporary. Soulmates always find a way back to their other half, the piece that completes them.

Your dad never made it back to your mother.

He died in a car crash 5 years ago. Your mother and father had been arguing because she claimed your father was cheating on her since he wouldn’t let her check his phone.

You were 13 at the time. Your sister Akira was accompanying you in your room, listening to them arguing back and forth with one another. There was furniture flying across the room, glass breaking, and both of them throwing curses at each other. You were scared. They never argued in front of you and your sister. They'd bicker sometimes, but it was never anything too deep.

Eventually, your father had enough of your mother’s false accusations, and out of anger, he packed his things and left home. For weeks. It wasn’t until one of your uncles called your mother and broke the news. She didn’t take it very well.

Late 2012-early 2013.

Not many people came to your father’s funeral, his family didn’t like the fact that he and your mother were together, they said your mother was trouble, but your dad still stayed with her, even if that meant it would completely destroy the bond he had with his family. Now that’s true love, you had thought. Only your mother, Akira, the Sunas, your uncle, and you, of course, attended the funeral.

It hurt a lot. It hurt when your mother informed both your grandparents on your mother and father’s side and all they could do is put the blame on her. It hurt how they had claimed you, Akira and your mother were a hindrance to your dear father’s well-being. How could they be so cruel at a time like this?

That was the first time you ever questioned if soulmates were real. Maybe they fell in love at the wrong time? Who knows.

After your father’s passing, Fumiko Suna, your mother’s best friend, was there to help your family out financially. Your mother couldn’t even find the motivating to go to work. Your mother and Fumiko have been best friends since junior high, they’ve literally been inseparable ever since. In fact, after they both got married, they decided to live right next to each other.

Your mom didn’t cope with your father’s death very well; none of you did. But your mom had it the worst.

She would cope with alcohol and clubbing which would always result in her bringing different men home almost every night. You didn’t say much about it, you thought it would be selfish to since that’s what seemed to make your mother feel better about herself, but your sister hated it. She was already 19 and in college at the time, but when she visited and found out that your mother had basically been neglecting you, she was furious.

“Seriously, mom? This is what you’re gonna do while your 13-year-old daughter is in her room having a literal mental breakdown because of your childish behavior?” Your sister had barged into your mother’s room when she thought you were asleep, she was screaming loud.

“You’re interrupting something important, Akira. You know better than to-”

“Oh, shut the hell up mom. You’re the last person on earth to be saying shit like that.”

“Well, if you’re done, you can leave my room now. You’re being disrespectful, and this behavior is not tolerated!” Your mother was screaming now. The man in the bed covering his body under the covers and looking back and forth between Akira and your mother.

“Sakiya, maybe you should hear your daughter out-”

“Not now.” your mother scarcely interrupted the man, eye contact never leaving Akira. “Y/N has never complained about this when you were in college. She knows this is my way of coping, why can’t you understand that too!”

Akira scoffed. “So what, getting fucked by random strangers you find on the filthy streets is your way of coping? Getting wasted every damn night to the point where Y/N has to drag you up to bed is okay with you? Do you even know how much this is affecting Y/N? Did you even bother asking her how she felt? I hate breaking it to you mom, but you need serious help.”

“You selfish child!” Your mother screamed, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body, getting up from the bed. “How dare you say that to your own mother?”

“I’m only telling the truth! If you’re the mother, then it’s your job to be taking care of Y/N, not neglecting her. When’s the last time you’ve engross in an actual conversation with her when you were fully sober?”

Your mother was silent. She quickly walked up to Akira and grabbed her by the hair and slammed her headfirst against the wall.

“You’ve got a big mouth! Maybe I should wash it with soap like I did back in the day, hm?” Akira was attempting to push her mother away, but she wouldn’t let go of her grip. The man that was still on your mother’s bed was in panic, yelling her name, which didn’t have any effect. He might as well stop.

"Look," Akira mumbled, struggling to get away from your mother's grip, "I know it's been hard ever since dad left-"

“Mom! Let go of her!” You cried from the door of her room.

All 3 adults froze and looked at your glassy eyes, mouths wide open.

“Hey, kiddo, I thought you were asleep?” Akira playfully said, your mother let go of Akira and crossed her arms then looked away from you.

“Well, I can't really go to sleep when there’s a bunch of adults yelling about my well-being,” you muttered incoherently. You quickly wiped the uncontrollable tears off your face and sighed.

“Honey,” your mom started, she walked slowly to you, carefully examined your face, and attempted to hug you, but you didn’t accept the offer which made your mother frown. She stopped walking until she was almost face to face with you and placed a hand on your shoulder gently. “Baby, your sister told me that you weren’t happy. Is this true?”

You looked away from her and stared dully at the floor, subtly shifting your feet, then you softly shook your head “no.”

“See Akira, Y/N is happy. So please stop stressing her out.” Your mother said through gritted teeth, then faced you once again. “Y/N honey, how about I go tuck you into bed, hm? I’m so sorry for the excessive noise that was caused.”

“Mom, how clueless can you be? Y/N looks miserable! It’s unhealthy for Y/N to be living-“

Slap.

Your mother just slapped Akira on the face.

“I know what’s best for my daughter! I am her mother! You are not the one who should be telling me how to take care of my own kid!”

“That’s enough, Sakiya.” a familiar voice said from the door.

“Fumeiko-“

“It’s fine. Sakiya, we need to talk.” It was Fumeiko Suna, your mother’s best friend, also known as your next door neighbor. She had been standing in the hallways the whole time, you didn’t even know she was there. Akira was the one who called her over.

That night your mother agreed to get help for her drinking problem. She was gone for 6 months. During those 6 months, the Suna’s took you in since Akira would be in college and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

You and Rintaro were the only kids in the house, being that you both were the same age and the others were in college. It was okay, they were all very polite, dinners were awkward, you could feel some sort of tension between the family but you didn’t pay any attention to it.

When your mom finally came back, it was awkward at first. She still seemed the same, loving and caring, just sober and free of alcohol. It was nice. You two spent the weekends bonding at the mall, watching a movie, or even getting your nails done. Eventually, she gained your trust back, and you couldn’t have been happier.

January 2017.

“Akira, don’t say that. You may not believe me now, but you are such an amazing person, don’t ever think you’ll never find love again. It’s all about having a positive mindset!” you said, thoughtfully stroking her hair as her head laid on your chest.

“I told you that.”

“You did,” you chuckled, “you should take your own advice.

“Oh, shut up!” you both laughed, and Akira let out a shaky sigh. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Of course, you don't need to thank me. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

— so this is one of the writings that i wrote in January 😭 it’s been in my drafts and i re-read it once and instantly hated it right after. if there’s any typos please tell me!!

— also i wanna apologize again for putting gmds on hiatus,, i feel so bad 😭 i wanna make it up to you guys but idk how so if you have suggestions pls tell me

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our special time | 14

a/n— i’m sorry if you don’t like written chapters, i tried to keep it short tho💞

You flinched at the sudden feeling of droplets landing on your body. Turning your head towards the sky, a raindrop fell on your eyebrow. You mumble out a curse. Of course, it just had to rain right now. Right now being the fact that you were aimlessly walking around a place you didn’t know because there was no way you were going to let Hoseok take you home. Not after he cheated on you.

Well, cheated wouldn’t be the appropriate word. In all honesty, you couldn’t find yourself being jealous of the girl he went on a date with. So what made you dramatically storm out of the restaurant with a distressed Hoseok calling after you? Simple: you had been in love with him for years, waited for him for years, and the moment you guys were finally able to give being together a shot, he goes and dates another girl. It was insulting! He had hurt you in a way you would never hurt him. Then, a wave of guilt washed over her body. You would never hurt him like that.. right? Surely, it was different with you and Taehyung.

Except it wasn’t. And you knew that. The way Taehyung made you feel was the exact same way Hoseok made you feel once upon a time. You shake your head with a sigh. This was all just so confusing to you. You don’t even remember when you had fallen out of love with Hoseok. Perhaps it had slowly happened over the duration of waiting for him. It had been awhile since your crush on Hoseok began. Jin was right.. Your feelings weren’t the same they were 3 years ago.

You pulled your phone out of your sweater pocket. You couldn’t stop the swell of warmth you felt when you caught a glimpse of your background, a silly selfie Taehyung deemed worthy to be your background. The comforting feeling Taehyung’s face gave you made you frown. Had you done Hoseok dirty? Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw all the missed messages from Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok. Deciding to ignore them, you checked the time. 10:39. Taehyung should be here for you soon. So you sat patiently on the park bench, hugging your drenched sweater as close to yourself as possible and tried not to think too much.

Taehyung clutched the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles were white. His whole body was tense and his heart was frantic. The second you texted him to pick you up, Taehyung had raced out of the studio and into Jimin’s car. He didn’t even stop to think how Jimin and Jungkook would get home. But he didn’t care. Taehyung’s thoughts were consumed by you. Which isn’t something unusual these days, but this time they were fearful. He had to get to you. He had to make sure you were okay.

He got to the park you texted him in record time. Taehyung slammed his car door shut, ripped open the umbrella and began his search for you. You’d seen the car’s headlights. Knowing no one in their right mind would go to the park at this time, you rushed towards it, in desperate need of Taehyung. Gripping the umbrella, Taehyung ran to you. You both crashed into each other, ungracefully and slightly painfully, but that didn’t matter. You embraced each other like lovers meeting after being torn apart.

“C’mon.” His voice rumbled through his chest. You reluctantly pulled away. He lead you to the car, and only once you had climbed in did you notice how soaking you were. You turned to Taehyung with a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, gesturing to your clothes that clung to your body. Taehyung let out a throaty chuckle.

“Let’s get you home.”

Taehyung sat on your couch, patiently waiting for you to get changed from your wet clothes. He let himself observe the place better than the last time he was invited into your home. A smile overtook his features at the sight of the various paintings you had hung up, but what he enjoyed the most was the framed pictures you had of yourself, your friends, and your family. Taehyung reached to pick up a particular picture frame of you and Hoseok. He studied the grin on your face that reached your eyes, the way your hand was lifting up to cover your mouth (a habit you had when laughing, Taehyung noticed), but mostly the way you were wrapped in his arms.

“That was about a year after Namjoon introduced me to Hobi.” Your voice pulled him out of his deep thoughts. Taehyung whirled around to face you. His eyes widened as he tried to stutter out an apology. “No, its okay. I don't mind. If anything, it’s kind of embarrassing to think about how much I liked him.” You rubbed your hands together as you breathed out a laugh.

Taehyung took in the pajamas you changed into, cute light blue pajama shorts with a matching button up shirt. As he took a seat next to you on the couch, he saw you were wearing fuzzy socks with bears on them. His favorite animal.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Taehyung asked cautiously. He knew he wasn’t your best friend or anything, but he hoped you could see the genuine care he had for you. Your eyes fluttered away from his, as his dark brown orbs made your heart speed up. Could he hear it? You definitely could.

“I– I don't know.” Every word you knew seemed to have flown out of your mind when Taehyung sat next to you. Taehyung gently took your hand in his. Both of your skins burned at the feeling. Your hand was so soft in his.

“What happened tonight?” He asked. Taehyung hoped he didn’t come off as pushy; he only wanted to help you. Deciding to focus on his hands as his eyes were too intense for your little heart to handle. You began to play with his fingers, which, unbeknownst to you, made his heart skip a beat.

“I’m not sure if you saw, but apparently Hoseok went on a date with another girl.”

“But you guys aren’t dating, right?” Taehyung tried to mask his fear with curiosity. He didn’t want you to want Hoseok. He wanted you to want him.

“No! Not really, we were just feeling it out. And I’m not, like, jealous or anything. I’m just.. hurt?” You tilted your head to the side as you said that. Your eyes peeked up at Taehyung’s. “I fell in love with Hoseok the moment I saw him. I’d been in love with him for a year already when we took that picture.” You referred to the picture Taehyung was looking at. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“How long have you loved him?”

“Three years? I think. When I told him, he said that I was cute, but he wasn’t ready for a relationship. He wanted to work on his career first, which is totally understandable–”

“To an extent.” Taehyung interrupted. Your hands paused their actions. “If it were me, I never would’ve asked you to wait and if I did, for whatever ridiculous reason, I would never make you wait three years.” He seemed to have gotten a lot closer. You could feel his clothed thigh against your exposed one. A soft smile fell on your lips. Taehyung glanced down at them, letting his lips fall into a smile, too.

“Well, if only past me knew you, Tete.” You laughed softly. He loved the sound of your laugh, whether it was a loud one, a wheezy one, or a breathy, barely there one. He wanted to make you laugh for the rest of your lives. “I waited, and along the way, I stopped fawning every time he called my name and I saw him as just my friend, Jung Hoseok.” You paused and gripped Taehyung’s hand with both of your own. “But it was three fucking years.. I had to try with him, y’know? I wasted so much time on him! I owed it to myself to try, or else.. or else, I’d be humiliated.” Your eyes were now welled up with tears. You clutched Taehyung’s hand to your chest. He felt his eyebrows knitting together, in anger and in sadness for you. “And then he went and dated some girl! While we were dating! While I waited for him for years! I’m hurt because he would never had waited for me.” The tears were now rushing down your face. You couldn’t seem to pinpoint if it was from sorrow, embarrassment, or resentment. Taehyung pulled his hand out of your grasp to pull you onto his lap.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He reassured as he held your head against his chest. You listened to the rumble of his chest every time his spoke and the steady beating of his heart; or was that steady? It seemed a little fast to you. Eventually, your tears stopped. You didn’t dare move a muscle, though. “I don’t know how anyone could ever do that to you.” He murmured. His cheek was now resting against the top of your head. Fresh tears pricked the edges of your eyes, threatening to spill out. You quickly wiped them away, just in time for Taehyung to pull you both into a standing position.

“Will you dance with me?” He asked, his toothy grin taking over his features. You smiled brightly at him. Taehyung giggled at the sparkle in your eye. He reached down to grab your hips and spun your around. You shrieked out a laugh.

“Wait! Aren't we going to play music?” You protested. Taehyung grabbed your arms to drape them over his shoulders.

“Don’t need it.” His deep voice rasped in your ear. He rested his head on the crook of your neck as his arms wrapped themselves around your waist. Feeling him so close, in such an intimate position, made your stomach erupt in butterflies. But even then, that wasn’t enough to describe the utter happiness you felt in this moment. Right now, playing with the ends of Taehyung’s hair, feeling his soft breath tickle your neck, having his strong arms holding you.

You knew the exact moment you had fallen out of love with Hoseok. It was when you met Kim Taehyung.

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Bobby made a list of all the possible things that could’ve gone wrong that day. He was going to update it that night, once the show was done and they had rocked out the Orpheum. It started out great. The four boys woke up with hardly any sleep in them because of their excitement for the day, but nothing could kill their adrenaline for the day ahead of them. Even Bobby, who usually tried to hide his emotions, was almost all smiles that morning. They all got their parents to agree to let them stay the night in the studio. 

“Just think, later tonight we could have a manager and we could finally get big like we’ve always dreamed!” Luke said, being the band’s usual hype man. Reggie nodded,

“Yeah! Who knows what’s gonna happen tonight, but it’s gonna be a big night.” Alex smiled in response, but the band knew the fact that their entire future was almost riding on that night, it would make him more anxious than the rest of them. They were all anxious about it, of course, but they wouldn’t let it take away from their excitement in any way. 

“No matter what happens I’m sure everything will turn out good in the end.” Bobby tried subtly reassuring Alex, which didn’t do much, but Alex appreciated the attempt. 

“Yeah for sure.” he nodded. They knew he wouldn’t wanna ruin their fun with this, so they all shared a look and immediately knew what to do. 

“Hey, let’s go check out the area. Maybe we’ll be able to meet some fans!” Reggie got his big grin, opening the garage doors for them to start on their quest to calm Alex down at least in the slightest. 

Bobby’s list of things that could go wrong - 1. An instrument could get damaged.

They ended up seeing some people already lining up outside the orpheum, waiting just so they could get good spots. All of their hearts felt like they were flying when they saw the sight. Alex actually got a real smile at that, not the one he gave them to make them feel better. 

“Luke, are you sure you wanna open with ‘Now or Never’?” Bobby questioned him, “It kinda feels like one we should save for last, y’know, to really blow them all away. It’s our song we always hear the most positive response to.”

“That’s exactly why we gotta start with it, man! We gotta show everyone how good we are, catch them by surprise and keep them on the edge of their seats. I don’t want them to just enjoy us at the end, we gotta keep them going the whole time!” Bobby couldn’t help but smile at the boy’s enthusiasm. 

“All right, fine, but if the crowd doesn’t seem as passionate about the rest, don’t blame me.” Reggie chuckled and put his arm around his friends.

“I say we go check out the area and see if we wanna get something to eat and we just kill time for a while before we go and rehearse.” 

~♧~

That’s what they did for a while, they ended up having a lot of fun and they managed to get their nerves set aside and that allowed them to get fully excited for the show later that night. 

“Hey, do any of you wanna hear my joke about the blunt pencil? Oh it doesn’t matter, it’s pointless.”  Bobby said, and he got an evil grin at the sound of his friends letting out an annoyed groan. 

“No, I want to hear it!” Reggie said excitedly, which only made his friends get more tired of them. 

“Reggie that-” at the look on Reggie’s face Alex just paused and sighed, “okay.” 

Luke decided to ignore the terrible puns going on and turned to his friends. “Hey, let’s go do that sound check- we don’t wanna not be ready for our performance.” 

~♧~

“You sure you don’t wanna go with them? I’m not sure you’ll be able to occupy yourself for two hours.” Rose smiled at him, 

“Nah, they’ll be fine. I’m not sure even they could fuck everything up in the time they go get food and come back.“  Bobby chuckled, trying to come up with more flirty lines but given his tendency to use terrible puns, he’s not exactly the best with flirting either. 

It had been almost an hour and a half since they’d left. Bobby knew it might’ve taken them awhile to find food and get it but it shouldn’t be taking them this long. 

“Bobby, I say we just go out and search for them. Maybe they lost track of time and we just need to go get them.” Rose suggested to the anxious guitar player. 

“No- No, they wouldn’t ever lose track of time. This means the world to them. They’ll be here. I know they will. Even if they died, they’d find a way to play the Orpheum.” Bobby started pacing back and forth. They both knew he was just trying to convince himself at that point, “They wouldn’t miss this.”

Bobby’s list of things that could go wrong - 2.The equipment is messed up.

“Luke, R-Reggie” Alex croaked out, tears streaming down his cheeks from the pain. They didn’t respond. Alex felt everything inside him stop. They were gone. The pain from the hotdogs weren’t even anything compared to the loss he felt. Alex screamed, his two best friends just died. He started coughing up blood, everyone around him trying to save the boy but knowing they couldn’t.

“Please, I don’t wanna die.” 

Bobby started getting a little upset at them for taking this long, they had missed the rest of rehearsal and they only had minutes before they were supposed to go on stage. Why were they taking so long?

“I don’t wanna go to hell.” He begged.

Bobby could hear everyone chanting just thirty feet away. They were late, he couldn’t go on without them. He felt everything in his body freeze up when he saw the doors open, he hoped it was them.

The last thing Alex heard was a thumping noise filling his ears, slowing down into nothing, and a scream. 

“Are you Robert?”

Bobby nodded, a wave of fear washing over him. He knew it would be bad but nothing could prepare him for why this man was here. 

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but.. You won’t be playing tonight.”   

“Alex Mercer, time of death at 10:24 PM”

Bobby stopped breathing for a moment, “What do you mean?”

Everything felt like a blur after that. 

“Kid, I don’t know how to tell you this.” the next words felt as if they were being said through a loudspeaker, as Bobby was underwater. “Your bandmates all passed away about half an hour ago.” 

Bobby’s list of things that could go wrong - 3.One of them is late.

Bobby was completely calm with the next few words. “Why wasn’t I told right away?” It caught the officer off guard. He shifted, slightly worried at how easily this kid was taking the loss of his friends.

“We had to fix everything up and tell their parents-” before the officer could even finish, Bobby took his guitar off and smashed it right at his feet, which would have hurt like hell if he had cared enough to notice. Bobby was now shaking, but no one could tell if it was out of anger or pain. He had a look that they couldn’t read. He looked at the broken guitar, feeling a mix of dread and relief from doing that. By now, the crowd had started to get quiet after the loud crash of the guitar.

Still trying to stay completely calm, he responded “I’m sorry about that officer. I gotta go, now.” Bobby started walking off only to be stopped.

“We’re gonna have to take you in for investigation. We apologise, but we have to go down to the office.” Bobby paused for a moment, staring off into the distance before he burst into tears. He collapsed, and Rose rushed forward to help him. She’d still been in shock about the whole situation. Just hours ago, she flirted with people who are now dead. 

“I- I did this, didn’t I?” Bobby whispered to Rose, she felt her heart break. The officer got more suspicious, thinking this was some kind of act. To try and trick them, he confesses to the act and acts broken about it so no one truly suspects him. People can think that sometimes, when they aren’t the ones affected by the situation. 

“We’re going down to the office right now, if you try to resist I will have to arrest you. I don’t wanna do that to a kid, so let’s just go right now and we can get it all settled.” Bobby stood up, but he couldn’t feel his legs. The noise from earlier came back - like he was underwater, pushing up against the waves and trying to escape, but losing the fight. The officer held him by the arm and pulled him along.

~♧~

“Why didn’t you go with them to have the hot dogs?” Officer Smith asked. Bobby glanced at the voice recorder, still feeling like none of this was real.

“I stayed behind to talk with Rose.” He knew how stupid it sounded. They’d already gone over it but he was already interrogated and ripped apart by that. Bobby couldn’t believe how stupid it sounded, either. 

Officer Smith was clearly exhausted, he hadn’t gotten any real evidence so far and he tried doubling down on questions but it wasn’t working. He sighed, pressing stop on the voice recorder. 

“Alright, well, we’re gonna let you go home but we’ll have to schedule another interrogation.” Bobby yet again felt like he was pushed underwater. He wanted to say it was him, it was all his fault. He should’ve stopped them, but he didn’t. That might as well make him a killer. He wanted to scream at the officer, to tell him it was all his fault. “You should’ve stopped them”  he felt a voice whisper. That voice was him. Bobby knew that. But it didn’t hurt any less. Now the water he’s fighting against is a raging sea, and it’s pitch black out. He can’t tell which way is up and which is down. 

Bobby nodded, and got up to leave. As soon as he left the interrogation room, he felt free, though. He felt as if the moon was finally shining a light for him to see which way to go. He started running, he had to tell them about what just happened. How he got into trouble with the police, they’d be concerned but they’re the only ones he can see right now. 

He ran faster than he’d ever run in his life before, nearly getting hit by several cars. He saw a girl, she was sitting there in shock. He slowed down just a bit, he heard her muttering something about flirting with death. Bobby recognized her as one of the fans who was lined up outside the Orpheum earlier. He decided not to mess with it, he needed to see his friends.

Bobby was halfway home, and he started to go numb again. They won’t be there. Bobby shook those thoughts away, they would be there. They had to be. Maybe he just... imagined the last few hours. They haven’t even rehearsed yet.

As soon as Bobby opened the doors, he knew it was all real. The only thing he could see, was a dark, empty room. He collapsed to the ground, and this time, the numbness didn’t die down. 

The only way Bobby knew he was crying- no, sobbing at that point - was because his neighbor came out to see what had happened. So as soon as the old woman saw her neighbor sitting there, sobbing like he’d just lost the most important thing in the world to him, she had to see if he was okay. 

When she went up to him and tapped him on his shoulder, he didn’t even react. He was still crying, staring at the dark garage. 

Bobby was thinking of all he just lost. 

He’d lost Luke, the passionate writer of the group. Luke was the one in the first place to have come up with the idea of them being in a band together. Him and Luke had been friends since they were at least seven years old. He was there for Luke’s birthday when he first got his guitar, he remembered the excitement Luke had on his face. He was there for all of it, he and Luke worked together on a lot of songs. Luke, the one who would tease him and have fun with almost everything they did. Luke, who he let stay in his garage because his parents wouldn’t let him play music. 

Then there was Reggie, the sweet and innocent soul that Bobby had met next, they hadn’t been friends for quite as long but they got along really well. Bobby regretted every time he didn’t take one of Reggie’s offers for hugs, even if they were joke offers. He rarely wrote music with Reggie but he remembered hearing his country songs and country was never Bobby’s style but he definitely liked Reggie’s country songs. They held passion and happiness, it was Reggie’s escape just as much as it was Luke’s. 

Then there was Alex, the one who used to have a really good family life. He and his parents always got along, they always let him play music. They didn’t like the idea of him being in a band, but they never tried to stop him. Then he came out and all that changed. He was one of the most talented and humble people Bobby had ever met. He was kind and also the most sarcastic and snarky person Bobby had ever met. 

He’d lost them.

“Robert, are you okay?” He got snapped out of his thoughts as he looked at his neighbor with tears still streaming down his face. How could he be alright? His entire world just collapsed around him. He lost everyone he loved. But Bobby couldn’t speak. He couldn’t even open his mouth. 

He recalls a time once, when he was younger, at the beach. Before he met any of the guys. He’s surprised he even remembers a time before them - he’s known them for what feels like his entire life. He was always a good swimmer, growing up by the water, but being small and easily pushed over left him defenseless as a particularly strong wave pulled him under. He remembers feeling helpless. Wondering if he might drown. 

Sitting there, in the studio, he thinks that he might as well stay under and let the water fill his lungs.

The entirety of the next few months, that feeling stayed the same. He’d hardly spoken a word to anyone, so his parents made him go to a therapist, but they didn’t understand why he would look past him and mutter random words, why the parents said he talks to himself almost all day. Of course, they knew the boy had lost his best friends , but with how Bobby seemed to handle every other problem in life, they knew that this broke him. 

Bobby had to see his therapist at least once a week for many, many years. But Bobby never felt the same. Yes, he was freed of any suspicion under having killed them by the police. But he still felt like he was being pushed farther underwater by large waves, and he’d accepted that he’d never get out of that ocean.  

He changed his name, found new people, and even started to make music again. But he couldn’t write any new music. Nothing good, anyway. He couldn’t do it without his band, his family. Every time he released a song, he just felt more numb. More cold.

He felt moments of happiness, yes. He felt that with Olivia, who he was with for a long time. He had new friends. He had many, many fans. But somehow, none of it felt like it would ever change the fact that he lost his family. 

Only a few years later, he saw the sunlight. His little girl, Carrie. His hope, his joy. Olivia and him had split up, but he knew he could provide the best life for her. He might not be able to get out of the ocean, but he can see his way around now. It didn’t have to change his loss of his friends, it didn’t change his guilt, but he had something to live for.

 Maybe he could survive. 

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